Shrinking Violets
Engorged Hallucinations
Sprites and flowers surround me as I start to fall. Guess I should have refused the tea. I turn from tall to short and big to small, never to be set free.
My mind is a tragedy warping time like I cannot believe. Unsure how to break out of this anxiety. Everything around me is a sieve; I just don't know how to hold on to my own happy.
The violets have a will of their own, my hallucinations taking over the story the further I fall. Then there you are, reminding me I'm not alone. I just can't fight your gravitational pull.
Your smile brings me back to reality; your laughter is like silver bells. When you hug me, you break me free from this living hell.
About the Creator
Alanda Renshaw
I have 2 rowdy children & a fabulous husband. I write incessantly except for when I try to. I love those garlic knots from Pizza Hut. I'm obviously not very good when it comes to writing about myself so I'll let my work do the talking.
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