Love Sounds & Pain Poem by Jacob Wescott

She writes with the orange marker on the board
I can feel the orange POP in my mouth
My eyes are burning like coals from a warm fire
I wanna rip them out,
I wanna rip them out and play marbles
But I don't
Instead I fall
I fall down the rabbit hole
As I fall down I see two scary clowns like out of a story written by a King
They throw darts at me like I'm a balloon
I burst
Then I turn into a block of concrete
But I float down as if I were a feather,
Weird, right?
I hit the bottom as if were dropped on a poor nation of souls
I look up and I see a rabbit
A rabbit with such haste to leave like it was scared of me
After the rabbit leaves I find a tube with a sharp point with juice on the table
I take it and stick it into my arm
I feel weak and the room starts to spin
My knees are now against me like them and the rest of my body are in a battle to the death
But I have a feeling that my knees are going to succeed
They do I drop to them then lie on my side
I shall wait here until my angel of death decides it's to get in to the carriage