Morning Cereal
I sit
and
pour my
and
pour my
morning cereal.
I sit
and think,
and
pour my
morning cereal,
Golden squares
toasted in sugar,
falling from
a box.
Taken from
a place of
comfort,
put into
a cold
ceramic.
Not a second
to breathe,
drowning,
and
sinking.
Submerged in
milky thickness
unable
to move,
to fight.
Left helpless,
to wait for
a knight in
shining armor
to be picked
up and
to be
saved.
Waiting for
that silver
suit.
Waiting for
that outreached
hand.
Waiting for
that electric
touch.
Lifted up
is freedom near?
Turn around
only in
fear
with only
darkness in
the distance.
Melting away
into the
thickness that's
surrounding,
wishing it
would all
end here.
Awaiting the
painful crunch,
the dizzying swirl,
and
the deafening screams.
But,
all it was
was over.
I sit
and think
and
pour my
morning cereal.
Ahhh there is a very specific mood established here. It's dark and simple at the same time, which makes sense because when we are in a dark place, we try to see the world for exactly what is happening. Hence, your first line, "I sit and pour my morning cereal". I think you use the show don't tell trick here a lot and I loved that. I did not quite get that one line, "Lifted up, is freedom here?". Maybe you can find a way to embed it differently?
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