by Kiyana Olson
Dull
and tired.
Blank.
The lack
of . . .
well anything really
Nothing
is felt so strongly
that it seems
inescapable.
Rocks have filled my belly
and lead has
consumed my brain.
Iron drags in my chest
and concrete envelopes
my bones.
Reality feels like
a fogged
lull in time,
and yet I am
so aware of it all.
My mind is asleep
and wide awake
unable to comprehend
or stop processing
every detail
so vividly
that it forms cracks
in my skull.
I just want to wipe
away the haze
from my eyes
and unfold
from my gray skin
to reveal my brightly
colored veins
that I have to
believe still exist.
To feel
is to live
so is it possible
that many of us,
you and I
are still waiting to be born?