i too wish i could pirouette on the flames of fire; dive straight into an ocean without knowing how to float; shoot into space and breathe my own oxygen
but purple flowers grow in my lungs and i cannot stop the weeds that come with them oh, it drains and it hurts - the blue leaks out of me like a nosebleed stream and i swallow them back in past my lips.
then i face the corners of my walls for forty-two days, for forty-two days without a party where the world still whirls in wavelike motion and i stand in a pool of blue
almost like sorcery after forty-two days the pads of my feet tread blue all up my capillaries, up my veins into the arteries they go - and back to the red flowers
they are purple again
billie eilish - when the party's over written 23 april 2019, 9.41pm
wrote this under the escapril writing prompt of "when the party's over"