I dreamed of waking
Orphaned, a waif on the breeze
Fled into the trees
A poorly hidden changeling. Aware of the sylvan barrier obstructing my entrance to human society. With creeping darkness constantly encroaching, taunting from the edges of my distorted periphery. With no apparent recourse or escape, no map to my own fairy tale cottage babbling by the brook, I bided my time.
My solution
Strategic retreat, no luck
Move intercepted
Through the bending of my mind, I skipped forward—a jarring, hard cut. Forward a decade, lost in time, shifted thousands of miles. Mind, body, and soul succumbed to panicked chaos—a stranger living in a body grown; familiar aches, yet not all my own. Days of long past seem to swap in an interchangeable calendar hop.
Comfort confuses
Tenderness an illusion
Rugs laid to be pulled
The gauntlet lengthens every time its course completes. Until I finally run out of steam. Dedicated to detecting the tears in my mind, uncovering every discrepancy with attention to the most minute detail. The throaty jeering and abandoning valedictions confirm my stint as human has neared its terminus.
Perfect ten
A standing ovation
At my departure
Home team wins, lamentably
Original long-slaughtered
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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