Tears On My Pillow

The subconscious, though often caged, reaches through the bars to tempt consciousness into pondering what it willfully tries to forget. Today I am faced with the memory of what my subconscious revealed so clearly in the darkness of night.

There are lines across my face that tell stories of which I am unaware. The words trickle from corners, gently kissing my ears, before they leave their print upon the chopping block that serves as their creator. Each stain a reminder of the emotions that tarry.

Approaching reality but disinclined to neglect the picture still so vividly replaying like the constant flash of a lighthouse's beam, I close my eyes and let the rhythm soothe my quickened heart. In the stillness I hear your voice. It's calling to me but I am no where near. I am weightless in a tubulent world yet suddenly find myself in flight. 

Whorling blades bed upon a yellow field. Your voice is pounding in my ears so heavily that within moments my pace equates. I tear through grasses, leap over fallen trees, and bound upwards in a frenzied search. I have one sole purpose - to find you. At last I cross the boundary into familiar land.

Exposed in presence though concealed in thought, I am bombarded by acquaintances. Pulled, pressed, and torn from my mission I give into madness. Deception in hopes of escape. I link arms with smiling faces and journey towards enticing smells. Vibrations alert me to your wishes. Condiments to enhance the flavor is my only excuse to slip through forbidden doors.

They are following but soon I lag behind. I see the gaps are closing - the circle is forming. You throw me a lifeline in your glance but it falls just out of reach and I can't make my body submit to my will. I am frozen. Nashing teeth bring forth scarlet banners that cover my path and weakens my pose. Sinking to my knees I allow death to encompass me.

My skin is awakened by the tracing of new words falling from the sky. I hear you tremble and beckon. I rise in pursuit of you but am taken aback by my own reflection. A sea of eyes luring my attention. I spin in circles but can not break the penetrating truth that this maze is my demise. The song in my heart bursts forth shattering me to the floor. Curled upon an island of green, the words empty like a breaking dam.