High heels tapping down tile corridors
the cool synthetic sticking to your skin-
pink. pink like the colour of your brain.
Like the pigment of you lips that speak.
Speak in echos. Reaching far and wide,
in fuzzy radio static.

Feet slide down timber halls
the clank of chain on chain round neck-
gold- gold. like the ideas in your mind.
Like the voices in your head, they yell.
Cryptic messages bellow. Reaching far and wide,
in blurry waves of light.

When they flew over that’s when I knew.
like tin barrels cut by chainsaws the engines roared
The back of my head attached to my shoulderblades
I looked up. My neck hurt but not as much as the sounds-
The sounds that made the dusty haze that made me think that made me realise
That we are long gone, that there was no reason to look back down to the
Soft soil that once invited me in which now seemed to purge me out- repulsive weeds wrapped me up. Earth’s no longer my home even if I don’t want to leave.
I know what’s to come.
I’ll go.

Shaken into structure I stand-
Four quaint pillars my base-
If light burns fire, act or act not.
The foundation of me will slowly break-
For you small thing-
My mistake.