Walking on Fire
I can feel the drugs
Kicking into me
Only a small window of hope
Before I lose who I am
A small flicker of light in your eyes
Echoing onto something you can’t see
A spiral of ripples
A transformation
Time is slowing
May soon be over
Slowly melting over me
The wax of the burning candle
Dripping into the forming ripples
A warm liquid washing over me
Making me solid
Holding me still
Unable to push away
Under the tap of their feet
An echo above me
Forming into a word
Over my very being
Contemplating though
Maybe
I am not whole.
11/28/12
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