Meter Monday: "Untitled"
by Marilyn Moy
facing things head on
taking the bull by the horns
i am in another world
world of escape
not even registering your words
not even touching the surface of my heart
when the abyss is a deep detestable monster
everything in different saturations and textures of gray
are my homely aesthetic where I dwell
slap me awake
need all em rude awakenings I can get
i find myself
looking at myself
on a minuscule island
with emptiness as my intangible friend
I don't know what i'm writing for
why am I here again?
why do I have breath still in me?
a camouflaged door in the midst of this gray