(meant to be read out loud)
It came when I didn't expect it, and it cried
Like a child, it screamed longer than it should've
and I couldn't ignore it, nobody could
Radiowaves crackled in a painful way this time,
like lies that hurt and that you can't ignore
it blared an alarm like all my past mistakes
saying pay attention, don't make the same mistake again
My fingers hit the volume first
turned it down, then turned it up when the never ending siren ended
Like a bell chime through fog, there for hours and then
gone
A quiet voice whispered in my ear
Run, hide, the storm inside of you draws near
I wish i could've called a friend
And held a hand and held up my head
but instead
I bit my lip and looked away
through the window at the rain
I realize now that I was riding in a car heading north
And that the sound was just the radio
It's as simple as that
And yet, in that moment, the moment when the warning came
I couldn't look away
couldn't ignore the fear that burned inside me
Igniting flames that didn't used to be there
and somehow now I can't ignore the rain when it comes
The thunder makes me scared
I feel like a child, trapped and looking for a way out
my own mind closing around me as I make excuses and say it's only rain and I say that I am fine
even as I panic inside, a part of me drowning
And I
can't
think
And then I remember that it's just a storm
And that I don't need to be scared - I didn't used to be
So why am I now?
Why does my vision switch to a tunnel, the corners swirling, disappearing
and why is it just... fear? My heart seems to compress
and my lungs turn inward and start to run as my seatbelt ties me to my seat
as we drive down the highway and then the siren comes again
signailing the end, but it lasts too long, the beeeeeep too loud
like someone I'd prefer to shut out but can't, it's spitting on my face and I feel it through a mask of calm
somehow
I am trapped
and I turn the volume down again
It was just a storm warning.
Storm Warning
More by Mercury
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Union
Love should be a warm blanket
not a dance over hot coals, crumbs in your bedsheets
or threatening glances
And if it is a dance, let it be one
where I am yours and you belong to me. -
Who am I
(spoken word performance)
I once described myself as a river
I flow, I change, I fill spaces the way that they need to be filled.
I am like a tree, reaching my roots into the ground, the dirt sliding up my skin -
Time is not on our side
Whittlers while away time with sticks and knives.
Me, I wait with diamonds, scratching lines into the sky.
Down, down, down, down, and then one across
One for every hour that waiting has cost.
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