Decisions

Tear the bones out of my chest

Break them apart, bury the rest 

Fill my veins with golden ink

And steal the thoughts I’ve dared to think. 
As my words recline in troubled times

Do I more hurriedly digress?

Am I entombed in callous wounds

The gnashing flesh of my final test?

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Exam

I enter 

Cold room empty room big room

Others drift in, trepidation spilling from their breath

We take our seats and plant our feet and try to understand

Everything we’ve ever learned like words in blurry sand

I take a breath and risk a glance off the bindings of my own island

And am rewarded by your panic mirroring my own.