Trips in My Mind in the AM Ch.3

The words

LITTLE BLACK SANDALS

Are sewn into my cells.

They bubble and froth within my blood

And as a result

Tears steam from my eyes

As Sia's notes are thrown at me.

I wonder why

In the last 40 minutes or so

Of my 8 hour day

My lungs felt like they were filled with cotton balls.

I would breathe in deeply

Sucking up the oxygen like a vacuum,

But despite the flow of invisible gas

Entering me

It felt like the sadness,

Confusion

And tension

Radiating from other people

Were the only things I was inhaling.

But I must breathe this in

To survive.

For consuming small amounts of poison

At times

Means you will still live

Even if it is not the best reality.

For if I stopped breathing

Stopped absorbing

I would not be here at all.

I wonder now

How people, like plants

Have been planted into this world

Without consent

And are still trying to take steps

With their little black sandals

In the right direction.

I wonder how even though intentions are pure

Oftentimes they do not travel

Into actions.

And I wonder why

Someone else's sadness

Has cast a shadow on my mind

And stripped me of the sun

I was feeding from.

LITTLE BLACK SANDALS

Has come to an end.

A sweet harmony

Dispensed into the air

Makes my nostrils tickle

And finally my tears stop steaming

And settle as paths on my face.

And even though it doesn't make sense

I know my own sandals

Will carry me to

Peace.