The charcoal line

SOMETIMES it wavers

My sense of reality

I begin to see untrue things.

The charcoal line

between right and wrong

will blur and spread

I blink,

And suddenly the line is gone,

Instead my entire path is a grey,

charcoal haze.

Flames will ignite

Licking the edge of my black sneakers,

The ones I can’t remember putting on

and then they will becomes flames too.

A forest of fire

growing all around me.

I breathe in,

and suddenly the flames disappear,

They were sucked into my lungs

Which are burning, twisting,

shrivelling into crisps,

but I feel no pain.

The charcoal expanse is back,

A desert of dark ground

Stretching out to touch the bright blue sky.

I run, faster than ever before,

sprinting towards the horizon,

wishing the charcoal desert would end.

I stumble, and fall,

and when I get up,

The charcoal land is no more.

I am back at the yellow desks

paper and pen before me

The ticking of the clock

drilling a hole in my brain.

And I wonder

what it would be like

if that line between right and wrong

never existed at all.

SOMETIMES it wavers

My sense of reality

I begin to see untrue things.

The charcoal line

between right and wrong

will blur and spread

I blink,

And suddenly the line is gone,

Instead my entire path is a grey,

charcoal haze.

Flames will ignite

Licking the edge of my black sneakers,

The ones I can’t remember putting on

and then they will becomes flames too.

A forest of fire

growing all around me.

I breathe in,

and suddenly the flames disappear,

They were sucked into my lungs

Which are burning, twisting,

shrivelling into crisps,

but I feel no pain.

The charcoal expanse is back,

A desert of dark ground

Stretching out to touch the bright blue sky.

I run, faster than ever before,

sprinting towards the horizon,

wishing the charcoal desert would end.

I stumble, and fall,

and when I get up,

The charcoal land is no more.

I am back at the yellow desks

paper and pen before me

The ticking of the clock

drilling a hole in my brain.

And I wonder

what it would be like

if that line between right and wrong

never existed at all.

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