I remember being driven around but not wanting to go home
I remember poking high ceilings with silence, unheard
I remember breathing into my heart, separated from my abdomen
and expiring blazes of firework.
I remember anomalies mingling with the soft mosturizer on my skin
I remember being octracized for being more ebony than chocolate
more wolf than sheep. A blank river filled with myself.
Like a voyager,
My body became a fabric taking illiterate roots
I dreamt if baltic ember beads, red as rust they were
smell of butane in the air
flanked by buttercup and daised skies
I remember calling out with glassy eyes
knowing nothing, embracing everything
searching for home or the sound of familiarity
but most of all, I remember being lost in my soul.
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