To the Introverts

We inscribe discorded heart beats
to a mis-stepping metronome,
tongues; a foreign obscurity.

Intimate moments are shared with the ground,
eyes tracing pavement cracks
to find an exit on the lined map.

Nails hidden in clutching hands
cloaking the war-like bitten scene,
a conflict unwelcome to constant observers.
Our jumpers camouflage us;
a colour palette picked to fit the background.

Armed with phones we prepare to hide,
defense methods against idle chatter.
Screens replacing the urban terrain
like nocturnal beasts we smother the shadows.

We step cautiously to avoid
the land mines of familiar faces,
walking a silent path we avoid whispers;
murmurs which sew the seeds of fear.

We remain drunk on pessimism
and see their lips usher our names,
strangers, assassins with a single stare.
Our lips are plastered in an emotionless disguise.

Never to draw attention from the endless jury.
Never to trespass on extrovert land.

By Cosette Luella

Biography:

My pen name is Cosette Luella and I have a blog here: xluellax.tumblr.com
As well as writing short fiction stories and poetry, I enjoy activities such as designing and editing, drawing and photography. I also enjoy collecting notebooks and paintings which act as decoration for my workspace, providing visual inspiration.