mercury

“In my mind I see fingers grasping at a fabric caught in the wind. With each attempt to take hold, the fabric is nearly lost.”


it’s like
the time i dropped a thermometer on laminate tile and watched
as the thing shattered into glass shards and mercury beads. i
learned of quicksilver from sweeping up the silvery liquid and
my curiosity.

with all nine lives still intact, life became a game
of bong hits and night trips and dirty quips and
tally marks etched on the backs of other boys. one
long lesson of snakes and ladders with chance as the
champion.

a day after sweeping, my foot caught on to a shimmer of
glass, which looked a bit like the mercury. i flicked
it off, quietly hoping the poison avoided my bloodstream.

Advertisements

Published by

c.v. grace

here lies my veins, tangled and suffocating.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s