Konch Magazine - Yellow Anxiety by Robert Morrison

Robert Morrison

 

03/14/13

 

Poetry

 

Reed

            Yellow Anxiety

 

Its Tuesday morning,

 

The store just opened.

 

I fear that today might be the day.

 

Its been four days since I was shelved

 

by, “Hi, My Name Is Molly”, and I haven't

 

been abducted.

 

Thoughts of this day, have waged war on  my mind

 

 since I got separated from the bunch I called

 

'Home'.

 

This fear has taken me.

 

The others can see it through

 

the rotting of my, once sturdy, exterior.

 

My color used to shine vibrantly,

 

as if I bathed in the yellow strip of a rainbow.

 

But now I show streaks of brown, as dull as

 

a dim light bulb.

 

What once, was a smooth and protective barrier,

 

is now mushy, and weak, like a baby's fat.

 

I'm losing my mind, just eat me already...