Entire body
In flames and ice
A mixture of confusion
With me in the middle.
Its dusty scent fills lungs like tar
Its smells like everything
And nothing.
The shadow of doubt grips at shoulders
And pinches
And laughs at your thoughts
And lives in them.
And your dreams
And behind the fridge door when it makes you jump
Because you dropped something out
And your heart is racing
Because it lives inside everything you touch and feel
And every strangers gaze
That makes your stance shift.
It sounds like an eerie silence
And a slight whistle in your ear
That is out of sync
With your scattered heartbeat.
It was born in the disappointed book of your primary school teachers
And the birth of your self doubt
Escapes
And wont die.
It says everything
That your are not
And disregards your talents
For wasted breath.
Written by Rosella Hazeldine - 19
"I have always wanted to write, ever since getting into trouble in year 7 for using all of my printing credits to print my collection of ghost stories which I'm certain no one read except my mum. Its so good to have a platform now where people can read my work"
