Angry flies stick
to the molasses
of my mind
dragging circles
within circles,
thrashing,
sinking,
surfacing,
clinging.
Thoughts
oozing,
churning,
bubbling,
burnin­g...
Fire flies
who's hunger
consume my centre
caramelising reason.

Trapped wings,
frozen dance,
dead flight,
clenched heart,
fighting for breath,
I surrender and
open the cage.
Letting go,
letting life in.