The Hidden Path

She walks along-

The hidden path.

The sky begins to dim- every star light

another bullet in the chamber. The bold colours now

faded. A violent

array of greys, all too familiar shapes.

The whimsy drips into venom. The sun has excused himself.

Have you ever heard honeybees- buzzing

inside your mind?

While the snickers of the butterflies

tickle behind your eyes. Sounds

penetrate her skull.

“Are you real?” A question

thrown to the empty path

a grenade.

Hoping for an explosion.

A distraction An answer

They swarm in her mind. Stuck

her neurons, a web spun by the spider

creeping into her ear every night.

Catching her thoughts, not just hers

keeping each one, like a marching order

preparing her battle cry.

As reality wanders

down the trail, almost out of sight. Panic

in place. A whisper in her ears walks

by her side; pulling her down the path.

Walk

Whisper

Pull

a break in the deep brush,

a breath in her lungs,

She walks along-

The hidden path