The rattling of the fan kept neat rhythm with <br />the tumultuous drumbeat in my chest- <br />tapping the insides of my skull, <br />flies twitching their wings against the wall. <br /> <br />The air, <br />thick with black noise and gray despair, <br />collected heavily in my throat- <br />I began to inhale, <br />this moment, this hour: the era of defeat. <br /> <br />I crawled back and forth in my skin, <br />wrestled with my own insanity <br />believing the world, <br />and the madness thereof <br />had broken me, <br />taken over me, and left me a shell, a skull, nothing more. <br /> <br />All the words I had ever thought to say <br />stuck like daggers in my eyes, <br />causing them to bleed humanistic bleach. <br /> <br />The cleansing process, remission of sins. <br /> <br />Though it was dreadful to watch <br />the flies stir and drag <br />the words right out the window, <br />yes I admit it, right out the window, up <br />toward a great big, blue eye! <br />My redemption stolen without so much as a good-bye. <br /> <br />Alone, once more, <br />the sunny afternoon quaked in my soul<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunny-afternoon/
