aasthameow

 

Not Inept

I reside in the space between 

adjusting and nomadic 

Existing within liminality

laced with transcendence 

Floating above consciousness 

yet close enough to form shadows

Each waking day I worry, 

my eyes will shut close 

Unknowing of my place in the world

loosened grip on the pen 

Enclosed and enveloped 

in wrath, at the sake of my ept. 

- a2

Mime, mine.

I cannot say what I want to say 
and that holds me back 

I cannot express all the thoughts in my head 

my mouth is bound by a clasp

I cannot scream at the top of my lungs 

spew out all the hatred from my blood 

I cannot even scribe my emotions

that’s just not how it works 

My fingertips feel as though

they’ve been hammered down  

Paralysing me 

stripping me of the only thing

That has kept me alive for all this time 

altering my identity to a mime 

I worry I cannot hold onto this any longer 

the noise within is deafening 

But the problem lies outside 

as the tape holding my mouth shut tight 

Reflects the silence 

onto the other side 

Now the only place my thoughts 

emotions and feelings reside 

Lay beside 

one other in darkness 

Never to be known 

and me, to forever be alone 

-a2