For OctPoWriMo Day 13 the Prompt is If I We’re You. Also, I’m combining with 100 Word Wednesdays from Bikurgurl’s Photo Prompt.
“Are there things you sometimes need to get off your chest? When was the last time you felt strongly that someone needed to see things from your point of view? I think this prompt lends itself perfectly to a Blitz Poem.”

Credit: Alex Ilby
Such pressure rising as the dim lake drowns
Putrid water invades mr lungs, crushes my chest
Chest choking salt-water terrified
Chest rasping with each tiny breath
Breath weighted with ocean filth
Breath that’s sticky, wet, toxic
Toxic fears cripple my legs, tire-out hands treading
Toxic fears of the half-dead: I’m gasping
Gasping, a dumbbell crushing my lungs
Gasping as I let out deep breathes to cleanse
Cleanse my spirit of skin shivering
Cleanse my heart of this stress-inducing love
Love that drowns and makes me whole
Love that lets me finally find
Find a blissful beach without monstrous waves
Find a warm place on the sand to sleep
Sleep, I yearn for it as banshees screech
Sleep, I beg for it as the predators howl
Howl as I quiver, biting my nails
Howl as my courage trickles away– I’m outwitted
Outwitted by breathless panic, desperate pain
Outwitted, the Minotaurs talons clawing my neck
Neck enwrapped with silken scarves choking
Neck bundled beneath feather-silk, dreams killing
Killing me softly, these life-altering responsibilities
Killing me softly, these rigid expectations
Expectations you hold of I so meek
Expectations you hold, not understanding —
Understanding I’m a pins width from crashing
Understanding how with difficulty, I have strived
Strived to be where I am
Strived to be myself and arise
Arise, but not to discover I’m disadvantaged
Arise, but not to ignore my intuitive doubts
Doubts as steel wool scratches
Doubts as I’m carried out by the tide in the storm’s silence
Silence, if only for a moment I can collapse
Silence, self-care to reforge my walls
Walls of back-breaking stone, tough alloys
Walls that keep the creatures harming at bay, to —
To keep me safe, crippled shoulders un-tensed
To keep my bastion strong, so I can lay me down
Lay me down without your vise-like grip engraved
Lay me down to recover, before I rise to respire and inhale
Gripping my hands, crescent marks engraved
No trembling stress shocking, only mountain air to inhale.
©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.
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