the others

who are they?
those other ones
the ones who have fallen out of line
and how did they break those magnetic strips connecting their feet to this conveyor belt?
did they pry off their mask with a tool not presented as an option?
now stunningly serene
has that always been concealed?

the might of the interrogation grows strong

the magnets flip over
feet repelling, floating away from their predetermined course
the plaster crashes to the floor
and a new view is taken on
the others aren’t so very far away now

dust in my palm

floating outside of myself now
all that i knew has dissipated and become a thin cloud of dust
hovering over my palm
i try to close my hand around it
but it slips through my fingers with each desperate grasp
and chokes me as it rises through the air
i fall back onto a soft patch of moss and clovers
and sink further and further into it
just as i had hoped
i enter a new place
a place of my own
grass covered walls
petals are soft on the soles of my feet
if only my soul had that type of comfort
i'm quickly ripped out of this utopia
and like the sharp shards left from my break down
your words slice and knick me
not enough to end me
just enough to make me feel like it might happen
i gasp for air
but my lungs are already full
my whole body is filled with agony
i fall again
this time away from all the beauty
all that i gave myself to
i'm exhausted