To Be Continued
So I wait for the calm to rise
As I sink into my author's throne
My eyes welded shut
My breathing clicking to attention
at silences glare.
Outside noises become little
gremlins
That fade away like the dying breath
of an echo
My aura escapes me like the Northern
Lights
Flickering through spectrums in all
the colours of my mind.
This is the crossover, the moment I
am at my most beautiful and vulnerable
I have to give myself up to let my
slate be wiped clean
When I see the corridor I know I am
entering the world of fiction
But nothing feels so much truer than
this to me.
In the white room
Empty apart from
A white sheet of mental papyrus and
my author's sword
I stay here and take the flashbacks
and flash forwards
I write but never see the words just
feel them
The end I never write, Just to be continued.V Topp
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