There was once a girl named indigo // And there was a Christmas tree she wanted to chop down She possessed all the tools to complete this task She received a saw for chopping the wood She picked up the saw and got on her knees But then something peculiar happened // Something so ******* strange yet entrancing at the same time // The tree began to grow backwards into the ground the roots became a seed and life became counter clockwise counter clockwise of insanity and greed Bluejays swum while cod fish flew Her world got kicked over by the bully from school She wanted to shoot everything because nothing made sense any more More than anything she just wanted to be But the subliminal messages she couldn’t read While supercritical people just watched her bleed The alphabet no longer went from A to Z /and there was no such things as vowels// without vowels she couldn’t write poetry and without poetry she had no oxygen her world was no more it was all in code it was so ****** up it was like watching the liveliness come out of her father’s throat Oh wait, I didn’t tell you Indigo watched the liveliness come out of her father’s throat// Indigo became a synonym for insanity the tornado spit her out like a beautiful waterfall instead of ******* her in// all she could do is fall // but// she can’t breathe and she’s being compressed she can’t see she’s understanding less she’s trying to act what society classifies as normal but it is a useless approach she is climbing in gym class, but without a rope yet the rope is a noose She is over analyzing herself into a hiatus space Where it’s not actually hiatus but filled with chaotic mace The mace is getting sprayed in her retinas But she can’t see anything Regretin the Upside down world she created Life stuck in reverse not tolerated Revolving in ways that make her isolated// But maybe if she stopped// Stopped Separating the separated Decided to educate the educated And learn to not under estimate the estimated Then she too could feel that feeling again but Indigo can’t feel And She says Hit me Punch me Kick me Shoot me Just do whatever you can to make me feel Feel this feelingless life so I can begin heal She wakes up and opens her eyes and now she is blind The chaos has turned her heart into a mind And mind into the heart Where brain waves pump blood instead of intellectual parts And her car won’t stop going in reverse but she is still pushing it forward to start But it’s stuck She’s stuck Help indigo she’s stuck All I want is for indigo is to be what she is: a deep captivating blue and I want her to captivate the blue like the ocean captivates the white part of the waves// the part that crashes the hardest at mid day and I want the wave to push her over PUSH ME OVER WAVE HIT ME PUNCH ME KICK ME SHOOT ME MAKE ME FEEL AGAIN MAKE ME THE CAPTIVATING BLUE FORCE ME-TO-CAPTIVATE-THAT-BLUE AND MAYBE MY BRAIN WILL TURN BACK INTO MY BRAIN AND MY HEART WILL TURN BACK INTO A HEART WHERE IT DOES PUMP BLOOD INSTEAD OF INTELLECTUAL PARTS AND I’LL LEARN TO READ THE SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES PEOPLE SAID TO ME AND I’LL EVEN APPRECIATE WHEN I BLEED EVEN IF SUPERCRITICAL PEOPLE WERE THE CAUSE OF IT AND NOT ME And I’ll learn to breath, I’ll learn to breathe, and I’ll learn all over again because After all, all Indigo was, was one thing: A deep captivating blue.