Sooth - a new poem

Sooth


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-- Limeymcfrog - Shakespeare's Monkeys


Upon her empty bed, she
considered the air thick with
color and spinning, shifting
shapes. How simple to
let it pin her. She reflected
serenely, "At the end I shall be
smothered by technicolor tar."


She gasped, turned, and let
the swirling wildness fall
upon her back. She stirred,
her darkness interrupted by grazing
pressure from angelic fingers.


"Circumstance rendered us helpless.
There is solace, but there is
no rescue. You will grieve.
I will grieve. It is natural.
It is life." The familiar hand
slowly drew along and then away
from her hair. "Sooth Soothes."


She braced for life, keeping
confusion in front of her, her back
safe against the bed. As she
searched the hue rippled waves
to find the ceiling, she felt
a bubble grow around her;
repelling the sensory ocean.


"Sooth Soothes." Her
pores set free a liquid
calm, coating her skin
and hardening into peace. Was it
the touch, the words, or time?


Language returned and granted
chisels to cut away the crushing weight,
sectioning the space around her. Words
absorved objects and herded
colors into pixel pens.


She smiled and wept into her hands
for they had names again.