Frankie Knight
Stories (5/0)
Em-pathetic
Sometimes our lives can feel so staticStuck inside a routine, sometimes not even our ownLiving in somebody else's lightSoaking it up, parasitic in naturebut then all of a suddenin the midst of the complaints of boredom, and inability to find the excitement in a daythe world stopsand spins in the other direction
By Frankie Knight6 years ago in Poets
White
Literally, figuratively, and physicallyWhite is as much a feelingas it is a physicalityLiterally it is white, bare, blankFiguratively it carries joy, and also instabilityIt is both wonder and nothingnessPhysically it is absence. Absence of color, of melanin, of blood
By Frankie Knight6 years ago in Poets
A Cotton Bud
I am herebut notI'm present and I am tryingall the while silently screaming, hoping somebody will notice I amstuckbehind a wallnot even a wall, a hazeSurrounded by a cotton budfilling my eyes and my earsI can even feel it in my lungs, choking on it as I try to swallowto hold it down with everything elsethis is not in my headthis is a physical feelingI can feel it all, but nothing all at once
By Frankie Knight6 years ago in Poets