Wednesday, March 26, 2008

crawling out from under the weather


Lines scribbled on the twentieth of two days later -


It’s only when things go wrong that you notice your body. The rest of the time you are unconscious of your component parts and how they work.

But now my ribcage feels like a cage. A rusty one. With bars that brown and flake and threaten to crack. That bend and bow and moan as I lean against them trying to escape my monster cellmate.

And my lungs feel like dry bellows. Riddled with holes and drying glue and useless. A collapsed accordion in the hands of a tone deaf musician. I whistle the introduction and he wheezes his way through a lament to lost days.

3 comments:

TechnoBabe said...

This is a very interesting and visual blog. Wonderful ideas here!! So glad I found this blog.

polona said...

this sounds really bad... hope you're feeling much better now!

lissa said...

It's true, who really notice their body changing unless something was out of wreck?

Love the last line -I whistle the introduction and he wheezes his way through a lament to lost days. - reminds our days aren't as long as we think