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'Wall Flower'

an ode to Rob Dobi’s ‘Flower’ photo on RB

The growth climbs through my ribcage restricting my breathe
I visualise a giant sunflower reaching up…up…and right through me
Searching verociously for any sigh of Van Gough’s swirling light
I have come quite dark…some would say morose even
The only pastime my condition allows me is my dreaming…

I see my ribcage as iron lacework that is suceptable to rust
and contemplate how my bones mimic the form of my hospital bed
I laugh at the sky blue walls that defy my confinement
I wonder if God is waiting till visiting hours to come get me
I roll my eyes as I think…how fitting…

I don’t delight at the idea of an afterlife
R.I.P my mantra…my deathwish…

Oh…and Dreaming…

…and Dreaming…

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Ellen Jaye Benson Visual Artist/Educator –
a.k.a. ‘elle jaye rose’ (my frustrated dark illustrator & social commentator hat)
a.k.a ‘Henna Harpy’ (my ornamental body art and design hat)
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Comments

  • arteology
    arteologyabout 6 years ago

    soul-are…………….
    gold soul for sure……

  • Luke Downes
    Luke Downesover 5 years ago

    I wonder if God is waiting till visiting hours to come get me

    such a bleak thought, but it made me laugh right out loud!

  • matrons yell and angels fear to tread :)

    – ellejayerose

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