It’s dark
in my room when my phone vibrates,
its light
illuminating the wall behind me.
From the
other side of the room,
I’m sitting in the floor.
I’m
sitting like my back is cemented to the wall,
my feet
curled under me like vines.
Pain
blossoms throughout my chest,
a bubble
of fear pops in my head,
and now I
can’t feel the twigs I have for hands.
I’m
blending into the tapestry that my back is a part of,
the
colors painting themselves onto me,
a fleshy
blank canvas.
My phone,
still
vibrating,
still
giving of its light,
photosynthesizes
my eyes,
peeking
them open,
blue irises
becoming moonflowers of 2 am.
I want to
get up,
but I
have no power here.
I am a
victim of gravity,
leaving
me stuck to the wall and floor,
being
devoured by this rainbow tapestry.
I’m every
color that’s ever existed,
all at
once,
and now I’ve
lost the choice
of what I
want to be.
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