With only a pursed lip
and tone of crazed despair,
my body constricts itself,
the way a snake takes hold of it’s prey
right before the kill.
And you know the way
your throat closes and reopens
with the tangled sentiment of choked back tears?
No, wait.
That’s me, too.
And then the panic sets in-
the black of eyelids falling privy
to sudden heat, as it inches
as far as my fingertips-
where jagged nails are now
smooth and growing,
like the red dahlia stunted in shadows,
now blooms full with the sun.
I want to feel the freedom
of a criminal.
Send me away…
Anywhere, but here, I cry.
Anywhere,
but
here.
Self-proclaimed humanitarian, Hannah Bushman, is a lover of literature, music, and peppermint tea. She believes that the right song on a television show can make all the difference in the world. Hannah is a graduate of John Carroll University with a Bachelor’s degree in Psychology. In addition to poetry, Hannah revels in the creativity of photography and the logistics of psychology.
