Floating Debris

Suffocation like a thousand hurricanes
destroying my mind and sending foiled messages
my senses are incomplete
perturbed for I am nothing but
tiny pieces of debris after an earthquake

I screech and screech until my lungs are sore
but nobody listens
for I am stuck beneath an
invisible pillow
and everything just bounces back to me
killing

it hits straight to the middle
just a little bit to the left where
the ugly thing beats with no purpose
and I wonder every fucking time
what the hell is worth it

I feel the stares before I see them
for they are beneath surface
peeping beneath skin
they judge before they know me

like a thousand burning sunsets
pushing onto my back
I cannot breathe there is too much spilling out of me
and to them
not a word makes sense

never again will wind sound like music
for I hear empty howls
like mine and it's not beautiful
for I am suffocating on things not worth my time

and I just want to drop past my cloud of mistakes
until I am
freefalling through the empty spaces
of a new start I will never get.

Copyright © 2010 by Turra Quine. All rights reserved. Written 02/01/2008. Published 07/06/2010.