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.
About the Creator
LIFE MAZI
A RELIC OF GROWTH
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