i thumb
through You
excitedly
pulling Your front cover open
i
close my eyes and smell You
old
comforting pleasure
mingled
with unfamiliar new
and
Your plot line falls apart
as
i tickle Your pages
fingering
through
the
first few lines of dialog linger repeated
repeated
as
i flutter past the mundane
into
the open moments of suspense
where
my heart
like
antelope in the plains
beats
its animal hooves
wildly
on the trembling ground
away
from
threatening claws that clench me near
and
sharp teeth that may shred me
but
the pages have been past wet
and
the words begin to fade
bringing
about my withheld breath
for
the story tells the weak do not prevail
and
here i have pranced over the beast
and
landed on the page instead
where
i die a painful death
not
by gash but from internal wound
a
clumsy gazelle who ran into a tree
self
inflicted injury avoided
had
i been attentive enough
to
bright yellow caution tape
wrapped
tightly round
You
my favorite
story
of the recent past.
+ This poem was written as an assignment for my creative writing class. The assignment was to incorporate extended metaphor. This was my first attempt, and was written in 10 minutes with no previous meditation on the assignment..
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