i. wrap the tips of your fingers round clouds & coil your dreams to
cotton candy pearls. your brain is frothing fantasies, steam an effervescence of
lapis-lathered strokes sprawled to linen.
you said ecstasy can't be deafened & layers of obsidian foam won't
cease the screaming that pumps blood &
rings tumultuous traces cross marrow,
but if you creak the floorboards frozen & remember
what they told you, waves crash
blue blue blue & stuff your lungs till they wither.
so tuck your eyelids, close them & waver through faux tethers of
universe, milky and sweet like plump drops of honey slipping down your throat.
your mind will soak in cotton candy, fluttering as it ferments
taffy-pink ringlets, ballet-slippers
ii. but you shall awaken dazed in bubblegum wads,
voice tugging you to go back, slither towards the dark dark oblivion creased in the
crevices of your skull, doesn't it seem so bright? if you don't think about it,
what they said will go, go & and teeter through snow-capped mountains,
alabaster puddles melting into chunks of space:
whirring metal & chlorine till its lost between
dimensions. you will try, try so hard your knuckles burst crimson in defeat,
try to forget & forget & forget who you are,
what they told you as they mashed
wood chips whilst their sneakers, leaned to the playground poles and glowed
iii. you saw words dance & skip blocks across vanilla pages,
you watched characters hover one-foot-in-front-of-the-other
& slow the beat-beating in their chest.
why can't you so the same?
so step forward, wear your crown & tuck daisies in your hair,
you are not who they said you are, no, you are so much more.
thread dandelions and daffodils behind your ears and fly up, up
above the schoolyard.
you are broken but you are whole and you are
sprouting, shooting tendrils of green through the terrain.
though you have thorns that they like to pluck & rub between their fuchsia nails,
you are blooming.