Laura Eliason

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Some days this year
Gravity lost its roots on my feet
And stories became boundless
And timeless

Some days I thought I'd
Become a mine
Buried long ago
A thing with no voice
No courage
Just an entity of destruction
Wishing to implode into myself
So as not to do
What I feared was inevitable

The fear:
That I could that I would
destroy you
Just by being me
Even as I loved the soles of your feet
The palms of your hands

I have walked through
The doors
Climbed out the windows
on to fire escapes
Swung between thresholds
Of open and contained
And been loved through
All

Laura Eliason