It's Me

It seeps in,
from beneath the oven
and around the corner.
It slides next to me,
slipping its belly on the freshly wiped counters.
Completely granite.

Screeches and squeals,
louder and more vibrant.
Stronger...
Sharper...
They pierce my body.
It sticks in the room,
pointy needles, arrows,
all directed at me.

Lights start flashing.
But there's only darkness.
My eyes,
throbbing.
Pounding starts against the walls of my mind.
A whisper behind the banging,
pleads for help.
Get me out.

I open my eyes.
The noise remains.
The lights still flash.
The thumping continues.

The room is empty.
Silence surrounds.
Blank walls cover me.
There isn't movement for miles.

I'm sitting alone.

And She'll Walk Right Back

Through the brush and under bushes,
and deep beyond the marsh,
lay footprints of a little girl.
Feet grow in size,
past the buildings,
and weaving through bus stops.
Starting out like peas...
And growing up like trees.
Her feet begin at a doorstep,
and travel up into the world.
The land has been injected
with tiny little change.

Slowly, and faster,
the wind moves along.
The feet move more swiftly,
and shuffle to and fro.
Walking.
Running.
Sprinting.
Far, far beyond.

The trees change in color,
and leaves begin to depart.
Mothers say goodbye,
and babies start to age.
Snow decides to fall,
then dry up over again.
Patterns have been formed,
as her feet walk on by.

Watching with everything,
seeing it all fly away.
Everything comes back.

And the feet return to the doorstep.

Rewind.

Totally...

No one even likes freshman.

Hey, what's up, freshie!

You're totally gonna get pennies thrown at you.

Can't wait to start this year...