A book of poetry inspired by the images of Maggie Stiefvater's 'Raven's Prophecy Tarot'.
| Looking On The Inside
I've hit a wall in the ideas department,
quite awkward when
I'm halfway through writing.
I know what I want to say
but the way to put it into words...
well, it illudes me.
I command my brain
and while I feel it sifting through
the detritus and clutter
that makes up my mind,
my fingers beat out a rhythm
on the table.
It's simply an automatic action,
no thoughts behind the tapping,
but it catches my eye
and I look at my hand -
the joints and the bones.
The outer layer of skin disappears
revealing a mess
of sinews and muscles and veins.
A sickening sight, bad enough -
but then it seems I have x-ray vision
for I'm seeing the bones;
a skeleton hand
going tap, tap, tap,
although now it is more of a
click, click, click.
I cannot even drag myself up to react
to the fact that
I seem to be rotting away.