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I watch the grasshopper's slow descent on the windshield, the sun is vexing, creating every surface a scorching furnace , and if I were a cat maybe id lay there, and if I were a butterfly maybe id look for water there.
I lean over to turn the A/C off and the music seems to thunder between my ears, the crescendo of violins as they recreate spring the sound of water sprites dancing on water, and the rapid fluttering of dragonflies. I lean my head back against the headrest and close my eyes, imagining figures dancing in glee and smiling with their eyes as they threw up their hands and flail amongst the wind
I become aware-
they turn in synchronization and smile at me in crooked languages murmuring something my mind can't decipher, they laugh in glee turned malicious. I panic to open my eyes but ,as if the smiles have put them into a trance, they stay shut. Warmth flushes through my entire being and I reach around me for
the sense of grounding-
I reach, grasp, for earth, for air, for barkish limbs, for floweric hands, yet i am stuck i am against leather and plastic, i feel the glass of the windshield, and yelp in pain, i feel metal and buttons , i flip the switch and the soft serenade of violins become the booming of drums as their tempos match the beating of my heart,
i bring my hands to my face, in attempts to familiarize my, petal soft skin, my dehydrated lips, my soft curls, and the scarring on my cheeks, my fingertips twitch and there it is burning, i quickly bring my hands away from my face.
time slows down-
the drums become a sweet birds song, a soft breeze encompasses me smelling of tulips and wisteria, honeysuckles, and roses, i can hear the crickets and the whistling of trees, the sun greets me, though my lids are shut. The sensation of grass between my toes and the dirt from which the roots burst from are there, i am here this is spring, and there amongst the drums is a soft voice "please remember my soft embrace" a dance of light caresses my skin and my melanin sings, just like the flicker of fireflies
she is gone-
im jolted. There is a stickiness between my fingers and my eyes, like a newborn baby, slowly open and there between my hands is my melted face
