|Posted by Maddie on November 6, 2011 at 9:15 PM|
A tug of war
pulling at the chest,
From the North and South poles
Falling a long way down
Or inching closer to the clouds--
The darkness is blinding:
A shot in the dark.
Knowing what's vertical, not horizontal.
A gun to the chest.
A spinning compass, spinning questions, non-negotiable answers.
The answer lies in a directionless somewhere.
Just waiting to hear the echo of the trigger.
No edits, merely a stream of consciousness type of writing tonight--raw. Completed in 3 minutes.