All on the same page

Singly and together we crowd

into the designated space, careful

to avoid the edges and the inevitable

cuts, but we are so many and the space

so small we soon find ourselves

crowding and elbowing each other,

finding breathing increasingly difficult

as more and more of us push inside,

until some of us are hanging

by the edges, irrespective of the inevitable

blood staining the white, and the words

upon the white, until the space itself

begins to shudder and buckle causing

the wisest among us to leap for safety.

Over at dVerse Poets today, the prompt is idioms, and I can think of no idiom I’m least fond of than this one. To see more poems, please visit dVerse Poets.

Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.