inside

this space
inside my head
is
crazy

a Winslet swandive
through the front window
of the double decker bus
into Hong Kong’s hazy
pink and gold earlobe

are these
feelings of grandeur? Stiltskin and
inside is so loud my
ear drums would be screaming had they
tiny
twisted voices
it’s like I’m not just listening
but living being broken minded

I wonder how other people
bottle their euphoria and keep it stoppered
from their grey faces you’d never tell
that they were radiant

everything is bigger
more golden, more shimmering
everything is majestic. I am alpha,
attuned to every tiny detail
the shape and size of the ambulance wheels
his facial scar
how fucking perfect the tips and tops of my fingerprints are

I can write about looking at things
and little things, minutiae I’ve
spied and smothered with words that gurgle and lap like water and I chose because they sounded good together but right now my head is full of the big picture
big big pictures
dove grey mountains and dubstep and
feeling like I am
capable
of
anything. I am somebody’s hero
when I am dead
somebody will read this, and then
I will be a hero

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About fiercemissc

Twenty-something Geordie girl living and working in Hong Kong. Young, free and single and making the most of it.
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