E. Lexi Abbott

[Woke up with some Button Poetry the other day from my favorite writers and was inspired to write this]

You know that feeling when the soul leaves your body through your mouth

and your inner organs shift with the sudden room and remain there…

…floating…

suspended in time in the moment when everything became a shell around you.

That feeling when the world inside you shuts down while the one surrounding you keeps moving on at it’s languid pace.

The feeling of one million doors closing on your tiny fingers

and as the child you’ve suddenly become opens their mouth to scream

nothing comes out but dust

like the man in The Green Mile letting a swarm of condensed evil bees leave his throat

all the poison he sucked from others being ejected back out into the world in

a recognizable form that will spell CAUTION for others who may cross its path

but you

are left standing there trying to teach your lungs how to breathe again before you suffocate

from the weight

that that moment left you with

you are now an animated corpse

light without the burden of life

and weighed down by the realization that NOTHING will EVER be the same again.

You know that feeling? That feeling has become breathing to me

and without the breath being knocked out of me

I don’t think I would still have the strength to inhale new air in order to try again.