Kayla Cherkas

Doodles

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Illusions of Delusions

By Kayla Cherkas

Solutions don’t solve themselves

Take a good look-

She’s in for the ride of her life

The drunken idiots,

The gong shows

 

Trapped under a thin layer of ice like a fly in amber

She was numb struck, cold and there

Crisp as the twilight air

Much as mist with sunrise

 

Afraid to be seen as a devil

She stood stalk still

 

A breeze makes all the difference for the ultimate zip

Ice burnt wind howls through the crowd,

Calling her name

 

Her perspicuity leaves her

Oozing out of her pores

Her body impact-fully feeling weightless as it flows over heads,

Through arms,

Legs

 

Losing her sanity

Gliding through the air, parting sheets of desperation

Her boots find laminate,

Landing

 

She steps into a gallery of paper hearts

Strung together one at a time

After being savagely sliced apart

Only to be coloured on with dull red paint

Dripping everywhere

 

Sauvignon in glass flutes slide down their throats to warm them

To relax their inhibitions,

Paranoia

She gives herself leeway and lets her boots hit the floor, gyrating

With her skirt ruffling

Explosive style is the sweet side

She’s always been a creative one

From across the room thoughts are communicated through seductive gazes,

Winks

Inebriated, she finds it difficult to decode the foreign language

Lost in the opportunity presenting itself

Confused,

Lonely-ness got her caught

 

Sly, persuasive gestures following piercing stares

Cat calling and whistling brought to a new jarring level

A lower level

There are limited options left

 

Squashing past innocent by standers plopped in her way

Not budging like a pissed off herd of cattle in a field

Long droopy eyes

Slobbery, drooling mouths

Stepping on hoofs, she waltzes past

 

Eyes meet

Nervous fingers touch

She bites her inner lip to abstain from biting his

Fickle tummy butterflies spread their wings

Fluttering against her inner walls

 

Hanging her head,

Swallowing her pride,

The stigma unable to sting more

A haunting virus sweeping one curve to the next

Carving out cavities in her lungs

Aren’t you supposed to build resistance to those?

Instead, words are hitting the floor

With the impact of a bullet

 

Opaque dust cloud bellows up,

Engulfing the two of them

Finally settling like fading fireworks,

Slowly diminishing to the ground

 

The ground beneath them shatters

Plummeting

Panic bombards in,

Knocking out everything in its way

Collapsing her to her knees, shocks rippling her entire body

Attempting to maintain control

Her body whips about, unable to find stable surface

 

A night terror swells up in her throat

Part of her complies to her chains

While the other is held at a far distance

At the edge of an abyss

Ready to dive off

Bad dreams leave her

Wondering why she woke up screaming

 
 
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