By Cassie Megan Brown
isolation, I am suffocating.
The colors of the daylight are pressing my mind inward.
I hear the silence ringing in these gates.
Then the sand rises to fill me.
It always comes.
It has to.
My solitude throws itself into my swimming blood, and my body lives.
Surviving after a time of unaware death.
Who is this who shares my glass elevator? Myself...I intrude.
The chase always leaves me to follow.
This time is not of the dancing fool.
Only to remove this hat before the broken glass.
Fold over, to leave me in my form.
Again my breath is thick, and secret.