1/30
You’re running out of the party because it feels like your
lungs are collapsing. There’s the home stretch and there’s
the finish line and there’s quicksand in-between. Your heel
gets caught so now you’re down six inches, and you’re still
missing your wings. Still wondering why you can’t breathe
through your skin. Wondering why cherry scented smoke
can break you, and only smashing the fine china on the top
shelf can save you. Where can you get a diploma in damage
control? That art degree already has a layer of dust caked
over it, but at least you learned how to paint over the scene
of a crime. Look up there, there’s an owl on the telephone
line. A bad omen, there’s evil in this town. Its home is in
the shadows, making the air outside your window all murky,
but it's still just as prevalent in the daylight. And you know
the evil is just a metaphor for your subconscious, the
shadows mean when you feel outside your body again.
When you trip over your own feet again. When it’s spring
and you need the fresh air to feel human again but it just
makes your throat constrict.
Look, the cherry blossom tree is losing its petals.
Look, there’s smoke in the distance.
