Distorted Poem by Marijke McKinney

Tangled in a mess of trees
I see a blurry me
A distorted me
Everything looks beautiful from the hill
Fast forward motion as I stand still

My vision is running low
People wave from here to there
And you, I don’t even really know you
Focus myself god damn it, tighten the lens

They're cracks between your face
Puzzle pieces I cant get straight
I can't find where I belong
It's an out of tune song

Tangled in a mess of trees
I see a blurry me
A distorted me
Everything looks beautiful from the hill
Fast forward motion as I stand still

The ground of bodies are shaking
It's hailing upon them
100 figures into 1

Hail until I see no more
What are all these faces for?

I see a blurry me