2:30 a.m. and floundering through HUGE writers’ block. brain feels ossified.
There is a place, inside your mind,
Infinite stars sparkle over the mud track – like infinite diamonds. Everything shimmers under the faint silver light of the coy moon – as though touched by magic.
You don’t believe in magic any more.
You take a few hesitant steps forward.
You walk slowly – breathing in the frosted air. A pleasant shudder passes down your spine.
You look around quickly – there is no one around. You laugh for no reason. The air rushes into your lungs.
You jump – higher and higher. Maybe if you jump high enough you will taste a star.
You tumble when your foot catches on something in the dust.
You can almost hear it cutting through the air in indecision.
The ground starts to move beneath your feet.
Tossing and turning.
Groaning and retching.
You stand – unafraid.
The heaving ground throws you up – towards the stars. You try to believe you can fly.
The Earth wraps you tightly into her bosom.
You can no longer see the stars.
Hear words – whispered – you do not understand them.
Something curls down your throat – moist and tough. A root.
The kind that creeps beneath closed and forgotten doors.
You open your mouth to scream – there is no sound.
You close your eyes, trying to shut out the darkness.
There is no light behind closed lids.
You lay silent – entombed.
Inside your mind.