Eyelids roll over the blue windowpanes.

Down, down to the docile void of comfort.

The softness prickles.

 

Chartreuse covers the liver,

Fuchsia the lungs,

Orchid the heart.

A myriad of life coats the brain.

To spill forth or survive?

But what is survival?

 

This plague, this disease taught to humanity.

The swarming hive of agitation stings.

The crowds, oh how they crush,

Squeeze.

Take.

Suck dry.

 

Normality, acceptance, compliance,

Breathes a quiet whisper of dead ends.

Draw the wall behind your back.

Stand behind it,

And push.

 

This risk, this time.

Never to be given back.

The fear,

It is conquerable.

Do not ask,

Will I survive?

Ask,

 

 Did I ever leap?