Hyperbole

on

 

Hyperbole

a marker of the mentally ill

or so I once read

Where is my light?

Reptilian

warmed from without

Always, only once

forever

Alone, happy

never

Flushed with shamed heat

pink as it rises

I hide

The soft bristles of my life

hardened

the acrylic trap

So keen to add color

desperate for that which is bright

Blending

like ASMR tortured

screams from the canvas

and inside I

stepping back

into my cave, curtains drawn

Yet in my trappings

feted

My form a tannenbaum

past celebration

ready to burn

A fond farewell to this year’s sin

To possibility

Hello

to the light.

Mon, May 22 2018 21:40:07

PST ©2018 Clementine Yost

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Sadah says:

    Nice piece.

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    1. Clementine. says:

      Thank you so much Sadah!

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      1. Sadah says:

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