My skin; pink and in liquid flames. I make underwater cyclones in droning. They fascinate me more than current life. Under the water, spinning, elegant and smooth. Glossy like lollipops at amusement parks, or circuses, or entertainment places period. Flip it upside down, the cyclone, and it hardens, it becomes colorful and tasteless besides the pure nova cane sugar. Life, flip it upside down and I reach a score of 999 instead. My day was good, my braces are weightless, my test was perfect, my detention was extra credit, everything smells good and he responds with "I love you" instead of silence.
But life isn't lollipops, it's underwater cyclones. My score wasn't 999, my day wasn't good, my braces are like cars hanging off my teeth, my test was whatever it is I guessed, my detention was for sleeping, things don't smell at all and he didn't respond at all.
I am weighed down, I am eyeless, earless, mouthless save for the tear holes on my face. My nose is scrunched together to block out smell. The inside of my characterless face is cut up and I am waiting. My skin like heavy velvet, and I wait, motionless, weighed down. The only thing I feel is my heart, still pounding, still strong, still waiting like me.
No comments:
Post a Comment