Flipside

by Melissa Bruns

like a fish out of water,
i look down at the world that was mine.
and I wonder to myself
what will happpen to me as i flop around
on the dry sandy beaches?
it hurts it hurts
oh god its hurts
surroinded by air and yet i can not breathe
i want to breathe.

i am blind
where is the sun?
i can feel the cold
i can feel you stareing
who are you?

it is the end
it has begun

the tigers are chaseing me
the black with orange stripes like fire
run rabbit run
run rabbit run
run rabbit run
the hunter is comeing.
can you hear the dogs howl?
it's loud.
it hurts it hurts it hurts

thump thump...
thump thump...
can you hear it?
thump thump...
it echoes through my freightened mind
like the tourchered cries of Cassandra
through cold uncareing halls
as she sees visions of her own untimely death
thump thump...
BANG!

the tsunami has come and washed me away
it's warm, it calms me
i am flowing
roses fill the air and swell of pink
thick pink, heavy pink
dark pink
warmer warmer pinker pinker
brimson, the deepest red known to a flower
there i float in an omnipresent pool
with the sweet smell of roses

the undertow has gotten me...
polluted cold
it hurts it hurts it hurts
blind, there is no up
deaf from the roar of the cheos
enslaved, no air
rolling
flipping
falling
floating

STOP!

Alice? where am i?
yuo tell me i am to contunie your journey
"let it be"
this is as it is supposed to me
i hold no expections
and it all makes sence
the familiar floating smile of a headless conscience
mindless voice
sings a tuneless song
with silent words

STOP!

knock knock
you there?
mommy i don't want to go to school
thats not where you'r going, said she
thats not where i am going.
there is a crack in the window
where am i?
wake up sleepy head
a single red rose sits on the floor, quietly budded
where am i?
wake up sleepy head
a singel dead rose sits in the windowsill
the window is cracked
where am i?
wake up sleepy head
it hurts it hurts
a small being of saline balences on the window to my soul
before jumping like it always wanted to
a voice from inside the window whisperes silent prayers
"let it be"
it hurts it hurts
i drea about following in the example of the tear
it hurts it hurts
where am i?
wake up sleepy head
then i follow suit
see you on the flipside