004: DRIPBYRINTH

It festers–the insides of me, I can feel it in my gut. The swirls and swoosh in every move tearing the lining. I squirmed while I quietly succumbed. I wanted to scream the pain but the room was pitch black. The Ramones wanted to be sedated, Florence + The Machine seconded. How true is that, do we all need it?

Drip by drip, I dreamt of this labyrinth, your rights, and my lefts never equally divided. They can see through your fine lines and in-between grapevines that crawl, the wall–talks. Just when you turned your back, the elks walked.

WHERE IS THE EXIT?

Let me out of this maze; of mist and haze. Then the fairy godmother whispered, “Why are you here?” I answered with my truth. Almost instantly I flew to the sky; roller coaster’s lows and highs. I am eleven again, my heart is beating fast.

I AM ALIVE.

Like everything, there is that we know, it will come and go. Expand and explode, implode.

I saw how the dust of light-years was sprinkled by pixie fairies. She said, “Shhh. Take it slow, we are all taking things slow, moving each piece of furniture inch by inch. Not to set things ablaze of haste.”

A pinch of light can make you or cut you. Is it red or blue? No blood–spilled, stained the floor of High Hopes, Broken Boulevards, and Good Girl Rewards. Your eyes are talking, my hands are shaking, you’re breathing — heavy. Heavily. Gasping for our lives.

AGAIN, I AM ALIVE.

I can’t run. I can’t hide. The light cuts the vines, it’s golden. The rays cloak from A-Z. No more squirming. The long winter is over, and the white dust melts with my melancholic lullabies. The warmth of summer seeps into your skin asking me if I’m ready.

Now you know, the only way out is to confide.

YES, WE ARE ALIVE.