Vestibule, Written Composition, 2016

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Heavy headed.

Groggy eyed.

 

             as though I was floating blissfully through time and space.

                          Like a balloon bobbing around aimlessly,

                                      Feverishly approaching the ground, but never quite so.

 

I woke to a loud bang.

Followed by another,

            And another.

 

I didn’t know where the sound was coming from,

            My body jumped, shuddering each time.

As though the tensing of my muscles would lock out the sounds

                     from penetrating my body.

 

Suddenly I realised I was caged in,

            Equally comforting as it was terrifying.

I could see far in the distance.                                                         Fingertips.

Holding a fine, sharp tipped needle.

                                              Making contact with the brightly coloured skin,

                       A bang was certain to ensue.

 

Entering a boxing ring

            My escape

                  In the red corner.

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