You’ve made my world flammable. Explosive!
My skin is only paper, and these veins
They’re filled with your gasoline.
How could you come here?
You know you’re made of that
deep, dark powder?
You always love the air and how it moves like waves falling onto the shore; Racing in. Pulling back. Rising up until it cannot hold itself against the temptation. Falling, diving without any care in the world it slithers. It never cares who’s watching at that moment. You never cared, but then…
“Put your hands up! Spread!” What’s going on? What did I do? I had been lying in my bed just moments before when bright lights began whipping through the portholes of our beloved sailboat, our home. Shouts could be heard that echoed through the swirling sea of darkness above us. The stars stirred…