| ssshhhhhh. hanging over my head bound and gagged, the flag waves Im pushed against the floor, my face is sore, from trying not to scream, resurrect -- dream myself into their consciousness, because I am the fantasy, lingering like steam over coffee in the mourning the days ablaze unaware of their warning to me, keep my mouth shut, a tighten grimace leaks out of my lips, as I sip from conversation, my teeth pressed tight together cracking from the weather of constant storms and stops between, removing the tape, swallowing hints of hate prejudice, discrimination by state, cant open my mouth cant open my mouth, to breathe, the plastic is sucked into my lungs, ducked tape wreathes round my neck while the morning broadcast drools, rape myself daily while standing on my soul pushed against the floor, to salute the flag that soars hanging over my head. |