There is no comfort
in this partitioned place
you’ve allowed me to inhabit.
I breathe through clay
trying to find
a caricature of humanity that pleases
Laughter tastes like ash,
but it’s the only freedom
I laugh until my throat is raw,
convulsing, finally wheezing,
in the space I’ve partitioned for me.
Song Choice: All the Madmen by David Bowie
This poem was inspired by the prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Flash 55. In addition to the 55 word limit, Kerry asked us to consider part of the film Samsara, The Angst of Sagazan, for our work.