Red walls curve and almost surround,
is that my reflection or another?
Footsteps come and go,
the owners of those hollow echos
never seen by my missing eyes.
Steep stairs lead somewhere,
I pause at their top,
do they lead down or up in this
strange world I have found inside
my twisted self.
A navy blue wall spotted with purple
vibrates in steady beats.
My heart? Or a muted soundtrack
trickling down from a swirling ceiling.
Pushing my head through a cracked window
I feel no pain as the glass melts
around my yellowed skin
and I SEE the other side.
The other side of what I am not sure,
it is much the same I realize with a pang
although there is no grass,
I laugh quietly inside,
not wanting to disturb this tender reality.
I spin with the room, playing hopscotch
on a checkered floor, the colors passing by
like shooting stars.
they're all Greek to me.
23 hours ago