Gravity

By Shelley M. Latreille

Sometimes you watch a boring movie until it ends
because you simply don’t feel like fast forwarding.
You just sit back and watch it all play out in a
very sadistically boring manner,
sort of like how life happens.
At times, there are no reasons for what transpires.
Paralyzed, you float upward and drift endlessly,
as you haunt my travels and dreamscapes.
Your obsessive thoughts challenge my gothic
intellect and burrow into my flesh like a ravenous tick.
Your webs of deceit attempt to paralyze me.
I break free using intelligence and inspiration.
My dreams surround you and tie you down.
My consciousness gravitates towards you
and slowly pulls out your last breath.
I watch patiently as you slowly suffocate and finally drift away.
The static that once was you is now gone.
I am free.
Bury your dead before they bury you.