Atlantis, times three
Posted on July 28, 2013 by KatYa
i am trying to find myself
between commercials
apparently
i am located
somewhere deeper
than that
Atlantis
times three
i remember almost dying
the weight
was too great
i got
stepped on
like flagstones
I saw you there
we could touch
almost
through our
imperial pints
of tears
drowning
Atlantis
times three
i got stripped
like a stripper
but without
so much
a choice
off the walls
in the paint
in the darkness
the memory
faint
gracefully
i laced up
to give them
something
2 remember
gracefully
i tried then
2 forget
sometimes
i grabbed the knives
in the kitchen
and turned
toward them
screaming
its real painful
to look
i could drown
in it
Atlantis
times three
i found me
by looking
baptized
by watercolor
bled down
in the city
bled out
to the valley
sweet canvas
of colors
shelters me now
the painted walls
i like to
leave them
this way
i am different
i am young
my spirit
touched by
the sound
of the colors
dripping down
Atlantis
times three
is where
i am found
-Katya
July, 2013
