Coming from a place of Fury. Never go to sleep with an angry mind so I saved it for waking up on my side of the bed.
Move two steps and three paces backwards, doubts plague me. Dementia ‘s grey cloak veils all I want to retain in my head.
The sheep get weary before I do.
I watch them sleep.
Wolf-like I want to smash through them. Fangs connect -impact on bone and tissue -a red massacre.
I need colour in my life.
This visceral creativity is swallowing me whole. I’m in the bottle – blurred images are all I see on the horizon.
Spin the bottle,maybe I will land in a place with less strife.
Cramming in mouthfuls of
head battering, assault weapons of thoughts.
I’m bloated to the state that my discontentment leaves me, like a sleepy wide-eyed owl – manic in my state – shoving in fistfuls – I need to lucubrate.
Nothing sticks except the whiff of the end of a successful selling day at a Parisian fish market.
I am the babe the market seller gave birth to. Times up for this broody bird to incubate.
Cord snapped with a fish gutting knife. Abandoned the moment money exchanged hands.
Only enough for a Meal for one. Survival is my greatest chance. Nurture myself and hone in on any innate talents now, so I can control the succession of Fates brass bands.
It is my birthday. I get one day to shine. Tomorrow I could be slapped away with one salty breathe, inflicted wounds forgotten with yesterday’s newspapers headlines.
I came into this world with the cards I was dealt. I can cry a Seines- full of tears for the life that could have got caught up in the catch of the day fisherman’s net lines.
I refuse to be that inmate -on a bed of foliage, with one glassy eye, staring up at you. Doesn’t matter how well you dress me up – my fate is not to be found in a 5-star Michelin restaurant.
Grill me, poach me, puree me- see what happens when you try and throw me in the oil fryer.
This amphibian has wings of hope. Higher consciousness has blessed me with a generous grant.
I soar above all the conventional career options for my kind.
I will never be normal and for that, I will not apologise.
Evolved -a hybrid.
I have to decline your maverick binds.
Today I walk with two legs and two eyes looking forward. Destiny is a start and thanks to you, dear mother,for letting me find my own way.
I took my life into my own hands – my heart beats with passion,drive, ambition and the fear.
I have made it this far – so either stick by me and support me in what I do or feel free to stand out of my way and go astray.
Posted on May 31, 2022, in STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION and tagged Creative Writing, Creativity, Emotions, Stream of consciousness, Thoughts, Vocabulary, writing prompts. Bookmark the permalink. 55 Comments.