I sat in the dark and was filled and bullied with winds
inside me. I lifted my head upward and yelled and I flew into pieces.
I was wracked with emotions: big slimy ones and huge red
slippery ones, enormous green heavy things.
I couldn’t handle them. I was filled with helium that was rocking and
needed attention. I sat down and lifted
up my hands. My head broke open and a wind and smoke came in, pushed apart my
halves and sifted out the debris in me. I confessed I wasn’t my own, even the
thoughts the emotions stemmed from were not me. The smoke passed over my hand
and left bullets, teeth, small bones. And the emotions were lifted.
There was still weight. I was cracked open again and a giant
tongue slid into the crevasse, past my brain and heart to the center of me
where things start. The tongue was warm and it filled me – I was an ear and it
was speaking to me. I could hear his voice. The tongue became fire and burned
and burned – it remained and was lit on the oil of me.
I was rocking and couldn’t shake something. A voice began in
my core and from the roots of the earth, it grew in a steady roar that shook
the room, the world, it was my voice and the sound of everything and it
developed into the words ‘YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW STRONG MY LOVE IS’.
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