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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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“Are you okay?”
My heart stops when my breath catches
My chest heaves with my body’s weight
My mind racing at the speed of light
10 times faster than my mouth
As soon as I try to speak,
My voices catches
And I stop.
My vibrating fingers tap the keys
Google searching: How to fight from
underground.
Anxiety is pulling up to a stop light
Turning off the car
And telling myself I’m not good enough to turn it back on
Perhaps the most traitorous lie you believed as a child was that your body was your own. It's written down in law, after all, so naturally it should be yours. No one else but you can make it lift a finger, speak, dance or work. Or that's what you believed, anyway.
But your body is not your own, and it never will be. You know that now. And yet, you don't know who owns it.
It's not yours, but you walk around acting as if it was. And when its owner calls for it, you respond with resigned melancholy.
Your body is not your own and you loathe it for that reason. How dare it be subservient to something you can't even name or place. How dare it not fight back.
You learn that you can only be an autonomous body if you're wealthy. When you're wealthy, you have a body. When you're poor, you have a machine.
Your body is not your own and you mourn in solitude.
Scrape!
Scratch!
Digging and digging,
The worker worked tirelessly,
Digging his shovel
In the freezing flurry
Surrounding him,
Quick to bury the poisonous
Peppermint candies his
Brother had made.
Below,
In the dark, dingy cave,
Where a fire was ignited,
Glowing brighter,
Brighter than the sun,
The last of its glittery embers
Extinguished with the
Shining light of its maker,
As she fell asleep
Once again, alone.
He felt the pitter patter
Of the poisonous reptile tap
Across his feet,
Feeding off of his fear,
Rattling like a rake
Inside of a bush.
She could perfectly picture,
The rolling green hills,
Standing strong beside the
Sparkly, salty waves,
Splashing and swooshing
Against the cliff,
Glistening as iridescent as ever.
Surveying the serene waters,
The fuzzy bluebird touches
The earthy ground.
Green lime wings splay out,
And rest beside his body.
Cocking his head to the side,
He surveys the serene waters
In front of him.
Sizzle! Crack!
Pounding footsteps migrate
Down to the basement,
The electrical lines
Spasming out of control,
Like a venomous snake ready to strike.
Once upon a time,
There was a girl who loved
Shuffling and dancing.
And everyday,
With a papery funnel,
She’d listen to the tinkle
Of tart lemonade
Spilling into her cup,
After shuffling and dancing.
I’d walk a thousand miles
To taste your spicy flavor,
Run up and over ladders
To sink my teeth into your munch.
Crunching and inhaling
Slowly only makes it worse
The aroma makes my tears run,
But I’d take the second bite
Over and over again.
Because you’re so good,
Thank you, pepperchinis.
Not a prompt, just an honest question:
Why does music in the car sound so much better when I’m alone?
My heart drumming in my head,
I shimmy out the window
On the top most floor of the courthouse.
Shimmying out the window like a hula girl
Into a grimy sappy tree.
My heart drums and hums,
As I desperately try to flee my fate.
I see her in a foggy sea breeze,
Jumping in the ocean’s waves she weaves.
Smiling so serenely,
As though she were floating in the clouds.
I stand with my toes scrunched
In the gritty sand,
My arms swallowed by my favorite band’s
Sweatshirt and sleeves,
In the overcast sea breeze.
Like a razor,
The rock cut across the water line.
Paper-thin sizing slid out of his hand,
And wobbled.
Wobbled across the glassy reflection
Of the still running river up North,
Ripples bursting from where
The sheet of rock glided upon it.
In the middle of the cold,
In the cold of winter,
A car crashes on the narrow and icy highway.
The wheels screeching and screaming.
It’s passengers floundering inside uncontrollably,
Wrecked and bruised,
Snowflakes sitting atop the hood,
The jaded and jagged blue Honda Civic
Now wearily rests silently.
