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Down Days

By CG Marchl

The white sweat burns, stiffens my spine,

stains white bedsheets in the shape

of an un-motivated-bothered body.

 

Standing up, my eyes glazed over

with white static, head flipped

like an hourglass, white chemical

sands trickle and transmit through the hour.

 

After each cycle of step,

the breath in my chest is white cold;

a vast cathedral with pitter patter hallowing tolls.

 

Sclera are wide open, red dead trees

spawn against a white sunset.

The skin underneath is wrinkled

like a white water current. Mother

rafts around me. Her speech

is delayed subtitles, white outlines

that blend into bedroom walls.

 

I pretend I am in control,

watching myself crawl fetal

back into bed. White light

merry-goes round me,

leaves me in the night.

 

The day is done and I am dirty

like fresh linen. White is the daze

that paints the inside of my head.

 

CG Marchl is currently sixteen years old and attends Pittsburgh CAPA 6-12 as a Literary Arts major. Besides writing, her hobbies include jewelry making, embroidery, and watching movies.

 

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: Summer 2018

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