Drawing You A New World With Felt Tip Pens And Patience

Drawing You A New World With Felt Tip Pens And Patience

A Poem by Cassidy Mask

Your eyes are closed.

They aren’t going to open

Until you reach the next world.

I know this because

You told me it would happen

And now I’m sitting on the floor

Next to you

And I’m colouring in

Your skin

With felt tip pens

 

You have red squares

On your left wrist

They travel up your forearm

Orange

Then yellow

 

And I’ve coloured in

The lines on your palm

Your life line

I’ve traced in black

Because that is the one that is over

 

It takes a long time

But I am patient

Because I know you’ll be with me again soon

 

I’ve drawn eyes

On your eyelids

And a smile on your lips

And I’ve given you a tattoo

That climbs up your neck

And onto your cheek

It is a kite

And it flutters against your skin

Free to roam

Over the still expanse of your face

 

Your violet eyes

Watch it avidly.

You always did like kites.

 

I’ve coloured in my own skin too

My drawn on eyes are different colours

Because the violet ran out

After the first one.

The other is turquoise

And everything is beautiful

When I look through them.

 

I’ve coloured in the room as well

The patterns on our skin

Blend into those that carpet the floor

And spill upwards

Onto the walls and ceiling

 

Now I lay down my felt tips

And my body next to yours

And I take your hand,

The patterns on our hands match,

And I close my old eyes

So my new eyes can smile up at the world

I’ve made for us

 

We’ll be safe here

 

 

I squeeze your hand

And wait for you to wake

© 2009 Cassidy Mask


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EMP
i liiiiike, oooooh i like a lot! really good, mysterious a little bit, sad :( but the ending shows hope :) xx

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Cassidy Mask
Cassidy Mask

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