Amidst the lake, where the water shines blood red

You might find me floating, in a bottle of glass there

With pieces of paper and undying crayons

And a box on my shoulders that keeps the gears spinning

And crystal orbs in all shapes that talk to me, and listen to me

Only when I hold them near

And it’s talk, and draw, and learn, and sleep,

and friends, and family, and floating, ‘bove deep.

What else could I ever want, besides these?

Nothing. It’s simply clear.

But there goes, there goes.

 

Have you yet wondered why, the water outside the bottle is red?

Don’t ask me, I certainly don’t know which to trust, of the answers that have been said

But if you were to ask the rectangular orb

About the shattered liquid spiral

It’s because it’s full of disease

There’s some viruses riding on that wave, over there

And that foam is clearly made of germs, over there

So they put a cork in the neck of the bottle

To keep out the lethal breeze.

There goes, there goes.

 

I’m so alone

I don’t know who I’m writing this poem for

You, maybe. My past self, more likely.

The pictures born of my crayons are but merely other corners of my mind

So time and time again, I come back to the little orbs, with their little faces inside

They smile at me, and speak to me, in their crystal voices

And yet I barely know who they are

They’re as distant to me as the lake is

And I love them so much

So I put my colour down and walk to the other side of the bottle.

Haven’t touched them in ages. Maybe they’re still up to talk now

When sudden shock slaps across my face, hurtful, sensations unknown and new

They’re disappearing, the pile of them shriveling smaller and smaller

And eyes widen, and eyes search, and on and on

Until I see the how

Through, a huge invisible hole in the bottom of the floor, through

Dispensed out into the warm, dead water

Until they’re all gone.

There goes, dare goes.

 

For the first time in my life, I jump back in horror, bashing the ceiling with my skull

And when I fall back to stand on my feet, I stand on gigantic cracks in the glass hull

And crack, crack, snap

The bottle explodes

Blood rushes into my mouth, and eyes, and nose

So this is how I die. My mind accepts that much.

But it’s so clean.

Blood’s so clean. Through it, I breathe still.

And like before, I’m alone

My paintings sink, canvases stained red, until you can’t see what it’s meant to be

My orbs sink, glasses stained red, until you can’t see the faces inside scream

Everything

Happiness

Goodbye’d

 

I want my soul back

 

My little bottle home

Sinking down, down, down

Leaving me up here, to swim

Towards the waterfall.

There go. There go.