Limbo | Teen Ink


March 30, 2016
By Luckystar78 ELITE, London, Other
Luckystar78 ELITE, London, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"..though warm as summer it was fresh as spring." (Thomas Hardy) ("Far from the Madding crowd")

Disembodied, floating, an angel
Feet hover over green, earthy ground
And rain whooshes past cold, blue ears;
The sound of a bus, screeching its clean wheels
Zooms through my skin, my essence,
Almost sends me flying towards the sky.
Rainbow with its heaven pink, blue, bold orange arc
Shines where I am pale, transparent, see-through.
Nobody hears me shout, scream:
Nobody wants to see.
Little toe is above the threshold,
As I look back, back to my careless beginnings,
When I could feel the wind brush my pink, lively cheeks
And nettles cut my kneecaps with razor-sharp teeth.
I could feel a warm touch on my shoulder
A breathless yelp of laughter
A friendship amongst the weeds
A love within the shrivelled beach;
But I am over the threshold now
And I am leaving this haunted land.

The author's comments:

A liminal state between two worlds.

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