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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() Flamingo coral necks, svelte and tensiled. Pink earpieces a salubrious pair of stethoscopes oscillating between the dense air and my chest. My palpitations reverberate the tunes unerringly; they rewind like a boomerang, always mellowed into docile decrescendos. Analeptic songs on my myringa
administer. How could a doctor heal himself through the sterile metal meant for his patients? Hippocrates declines to comment. Stress clogs my flaring arteries. Suspiration saturates every sigh. But my pink earpieces don’t espy. They cure. It’s an intricate walk down A and Es, pacing myself through the infirm keys. Palms slapping my pockets slower and slower, augmenting piano thumps ambient measure. In the tepid vanilla walls I glimpse gulls flitting in carte blanche, disinfected. I’ve found my way round my emergency. Comments are closed.
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