Poems

Static

My body was static.

The bed I laid on was beginning to fade.

The blankets, and pillows perfectly made.

The bed began to vanish.

Everything was black.

As if the universe wasn't created yet.

I felt myself floating, as if my body and the ceiling met.

Gravity was back, and I dropped back down.

I listened to the empty sounds.

I could only hear the soft tempo of my heartbeat.

I was paralyzed from my head to my feet.

I listened to my heart slow, and the music it made.

I laid there listening, until I began to slip away,

Why did the music stop?

Why?

Because I made it...

~Emma Kay