Awaken.

As one gazes upon a piano,
Falling a thousand stories,
Through our story.
The wind makes no difference between the way you talk.
Sifting through a weightless air.
What an increbidle noise,
That of ones destruction.
A smell of sulfer lingers,
Underneath your fingernails.
Underneath my skin.
Let us crawl back under,
And describe our fears in detail.
I want you to crumble,
Dearest piano, my friend.
I want you to fear the fall,
I want all of your senses to awaken.
Awaken to your nous.

by oliviaisahorridpoet
posted on 12/13/2007