A vapor
Hold my conscious mind
Within this decomposing shell.
Anesthetized to reality
My paralyzed consciousness
Never feels, only watches.
This fleshy concentration camp
Detains my soul
Leaving only my red eyes visible
To watch
The Hallucinations
Of a cellulose world.
Author Bio:
Marie Beau has been writing since she was 8-years-old. As a child, she wrote short stories and poetry to deal with the pain of her childhood. As a teenager, she started using her poetry as a tool to help her through the emotional recovery from traumatic childhood events. Her therapist helped support her on the long road to emotional recovery, and it was worth every painful step in that long journey.
As an adult, she still writes short stories, poetry, and novels, though her day job is chief librarian. She is an admitted Book Nerd who never wants to recover, and believes that being well read makes people better writers.
Hold my conscious mind
Within this decomposing shell.
Anesthetized to reality
My paralyzed consciousness
Never feels, only watches.
This fleshy concentration camp
Detains my soul
Leaving only my red eyes visible
To watch
The Hallucinations
Of a cellulose world.
Author Bio:
Marie Beau has been writing since she was 8-years-old. As a child, she wrote short stories and poetry to deal with the pain of her childhood. As a teenager, she started using her poetry as a tool to help her through the emotional recovery from traumatic childhood events. Her therapist helped support her on the long road to emotional recovery, and it was worth every painful step in that long journey.
As an adult, she still writes short stories, poetry, and novels, though her day job is chief librarian. She is an admitted Book Nerd who never wants to recover, and believes that being well read makes people better writers.
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