[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.
E. Lexi Abbott 