Orange Pillow Cases Poem by manda dutson

A hypnotic shadow looms back and forth
Across my mind

A Constant sweeping of unmanaged emotions
Dualities dust

Igniting, whipping, weeping always
And all ways

Unfathomable pain and ship wrecked bliss
Released

I lock it away safely, behind blind eyes and
My tongue

Till the dam explodes, flooding cheeks, pages
Orange pillow cases

This rotting expose' is not safe, left sitting out
For others consumption

I slip occasionally, left to dine and ditch quickly
On my words

Scarred like corrugated glass, these words, though lethal
Are sacred and mine