they told me to write, so I wrote. they told me to dance when a sound sung its chords directly in my feet so I found some grounding in my movement some protection with no boundaries I flew on table tops and vacuumed magic off of carpets drew fables with drops of veritaserum and Mad eye Mooney’d everyone even myself. Right now I’m writing about things other than my chaotic past few days they told me to write, so I wrote. they told me how guilty I am, how incapable I am. they told me to eat. they told my tear ducts let loose, and my airways to flood with panic. I told myself I can’t submerge myself into the river ways I’ve been swimming in, if I keep hearing them tell me things.