Barrier Breaking

The room was dim,

and a spotlight set over my body

as a false moon.

Sweat inched across my skin like worms,

In a rush.

My breathing enough to

extinguish a California wildfire.

The wall sat in front of me,

weak

white

and flimsy.

A taunting floppy disk figure,

with cracks and stains

plastered over its filthy body.

“I hate you”,

I screamed.

My fists covered by red boxing

gloves,

bled into the walls surface.

My stance like a bull

as I suffocated underneath

flighty, dry debris.

My arms couldn’t stop,

they were rows in water,

perfect synchronization.

The passion for continuance

passed the sharpness shooting through

limbs.

The wall was now

an ensemble of jagged chunks.

and it’s devilish halo

floated

the room opaque.

My body soaked in sweat,

caught every piece of dust.