A chalk outline waits for me
sometimes it slips into bed with my shadow
and I can do nothing but roll my eyes
like a mis=abused and weary parent,
but every night when my shadow
merges with the edges of the day's page
and blurs into a dirty midnight orange
I lie in bed and shudder;
without my shadow's protection I feel it,
a chalk outline waits for me.
I identify all too well with this.
Wow... Very well written...
Awesome stuff, but I think "mis=abused" should be a hyphen, not an equals sign?
I really like this piece. As dark as it is, I feel line four, the word parent means
that there is also a feeling of control over this. Sort of like a misbehaved child. That's all I got.
very heavy, but very nice
Wow, I'm just...wow, this is some pretty heavy wording Kath...
This is amazing
Methinks they wait for 'all' of us. (SMILES)
This painted such a vivid picture of how I used to be, longing for death each night yet also not really longing for it. Made me shudder.
I'm allergic to chalk, so I hope it is a crayon outline for me...
I love this
So dark and mysterious.
Random fact: a song I like, by Three Days Grace is also titled 'Chalk Outline'.