They say it can’t be. They say it’s not real. It only happens in the movies. I block it out because people tell me I’m crazy! I convince myself that I’m not apart of Skid Row. Police restrain me! Bullets are fired! I’m hit several times in the chest. Life begins to spill out. Radio waves feel the air. I’m lost. My ears hear a constant beeping. A hand touches my face.
“Baby wake up. You’re going to be late for work.”
Gaze
Two legs, a heart, a mouth, and a tongue that controls my speech. I stand up right. Sometimes I crawl. My heart pumps so fast, I think I’m going to fall. It’s happening! I can’t control the feelings that I feel inside. I’m flying…
What’s the name of this Airline?
LOVE 747
HI I’m Karen.
-Everyday Poet-
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