suspended, stuck.

Mother pleads for her boy not to go.
Man is done with rules and walls.
Bricks of limitations and expectations and
freedom is in the night.
It snakes around black with danger
and stars' cold stare.
Eyes of mothers; many children lost.
Dark whispers in directions and circles
always leading down to hit earth.
Pleasure before pain.
An acidic household corroding and peeling
at edges of skin and nerves
like fire, and a rope holding something special up.
Mother broken, blames the husband.
Man to boy. who rules this kingdom?
Of a flame and a rope and something special.
Tears flow hazy glazes over vision of too many backs turned.
Mother blames eternity and God's wicked humour.
Mother ready to fall at the lick of a flame.
~ Chelsea Papps

Trapped

A feather can float on a breath for it's lifetime. My feather tells me of freedom with rain and speckles illuminated in sun and rainbows with eight colours. My feather lives in my image until i inhale once again. ~ Chelsea Papps