hurrah, hurrah!
cue to cheers!
for the long writing program
has ended.

quite a journey it
has been!
spilling out words
squinting at pages
and conquering the
flame breathing dragon
in the very end.

so hurrah, hurrah
huzzah, huzzah,
it's over!

the world cracks and
i am in hell.
so i pull out my marshmallows
and roast them above
the raging fires that
scorch my fingertips.

i'm tripping over shoelaces
and falling over beating hearts
while you are watching
with amused, worried eyes.
my fingers turn to ice
and i manage to mumble
"i like your hair" before
the world ends and
my shoelaces are strangling me.

the pixie plays
in a sky full of
inky spun clouds of
died cotton, but she
can't manage to realize
that none of it is real at all.

my wings lift me up
because i'm ready to face the sky.

i like your hair,
your art,
and the way you flick
your wrist when you paint.

i'm a whisper of a ghost,
you can't see me,
but i wonder if you can
feel my cold touch on your skin.