Endless

By Marisol Aguilar

The gentle breeze against my hot skin gives comfort to my dry mouth. Eyes burn as colors of pink and yellow fill my view. A taste of sweet burns my throat, scaring the smell of metal away. Wobbling through cactus and feathers, acid falls adding to this strange sensation. 

Hand reaches for the sun but forever away, heart swells with delusional thoughts of freedom. 

Big cats walked past me unimpressed as the specks of sand flew with the birds. Surrounded by nothing, chains pull me further in pools of tar, stones of temptation blinding the core of light. 

Suffocating in this madness. Laughter is all I do. 

Though rivers fall, this plaster remains. 

Innocent to Fool and Fool to Dreamer. The lock, forever sealed by the comfort of misery. To be ashamed of the thoughts of…

me

By Marisol Aguilar