Escape from Chemistry, inspired by the coffee poets Options

[RiddleMeWonders]

I sit for what seems like hours in front of my ancient mirror
staring at the body that carries my soul through stoplights and hallways.
I widen my eyes and twitch my nose.
I'm practicing shocked expressions to turn on
each time someone tells a story of insignificant but personal terror.
At school I wander past the restrooms with grafittied stalls
to a place where even the darkness of my words is grey when compared
With all all the other Great Minds captured and bound in each book.
I stay for what seems like mere minutes next to a window
Pouring in sun that warms the words of ink on each page.
I absorb every image and sound recreated in my mind.
I wonder how I look to everyone else who passes me at my spot.
Do they understand they could be here too?
Seduced by a fantasy realm of giant butterflies
and amphibian acrobats on lily pads?
Or do they recognize only the silence of my favorite place?


Rowen