Ringing of a bell signals entry into the store
Frantic steps click an unsteady beat searching out shelves
Quickly snatching liquid energy from the refrigerated box
It’s temporary home in the loose grip of flesh
Waiting among a line made of one
Sweaty palms clamp on cool aluminum
Glance at red watch rewinds thoughts to morning
Grey clouds greet tired eyes, peer around another dull day
Walking through a routine, worn down like salt water on rock
Watching outdated cartoons from a drifting childhood
The red numbers stated the time is now
Slipping into gloomy clothes
Creaking vintage steps lead to countless trails
Quick strides through crowded sidewalks
Wading through dark oceans on concrete beeches
Passing visions, rippling color
A normal girl
Mind catches up with the cling of the register
Brisk steps through wallow
Crossing paths made of gorilla hands
Hiding under canopy against onslaught of clouds
Looking towards red stop lights for safety of passage
Tumble first steps into abyss
An unaware girl
Girl walking on rainy roads unprepared
Red umbrella slips from startled hands
Hearing the screech of the reaper
Pink petaled lips fluttered a scream too late
Aquamarine windows glossed over with morning dew
A scared girl
Stomping fear from choking heart
They fled from the metal cage, dragging with them red rope
Grasping the red rope of the booey
Shaking resembling leaves on windy day
The owner of the onyx monster steps out
An amatuer detective asks questions
Questions that won’t conform to the brains will
Head raging like high tide with thoughts of their own
Water compressing the chest that struggles so violently to get air
Repeating the same line as if it was a life line
Booey is returned to the man who sets on his way
Body drifting back towards its home
Head is down watching as tired feet splash in tiny rivers
A tense girl
Mind still not thinking of the possibilities
Yet still alert to remember the way back
Yearning for the warmth
For the safety of it
Like a life jacket in deep lakes
Feet stopping in front of solid door
Keys jingle while sliding from warm pocket, cold hand
One less wall between perdition and paradise
Squeeks of old stairways make aware those around I’ve made it back
Locking the last door behind me
Clunky shoes slip from feet to floor
Soon followed by a shaking body
Tears dripping down red cheeks hit stained wood
Mouth tries to form words it does not yet know
Heart resounds with second life
An alive girl
