Martyr and Anti-Martyr

As I lay awake, I realized without moving that I loved what I could have and what I couldn’t have. Insatiable.

It was a tiny revelation. I looked at my life and saw I had everything I needed and all that was left was for me to fall asleep to that tune.

Waterfalls are my favorite thing. A river falling down the edge of something and it flows and it goes. It roars. Gentle violence.

A mouth wetting lozenge that slowly goes away. The last of its kind for now. A blissful moment where I thought to myself I could wake up with it.

Advertisements

About KC

I am Katarina Countiss, a multimedia designer. I like blogs, games, art and technology. I am curious about how things are made.
This entry was posted in poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s