Magician

Magician

a Poem by Raquel Swann

 

With each passing moment,

I melt away like ice on a summer’s day.

In the pool of excess water,

you can find traces of a person

I used to be.

Underneath the final sheath,

locked in chains,

bound by keyless handcuffs,

I await escape.

It will be my greatest magic trick.

Now you see me,

Now you don’t.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s