You told me I needed to connect.Connect with you and this room.
I described the connections I made,
My raw connections.
I heard it would make me feel less
I saw cheeks blood-orange in color.
I felt lips of butter,
With my chapped lips.
The room smelled of cherries.
My body felt free
All of my feathers had fallen off
I had felt as though I was in an
But this was my room.
I lived here.
At least I could make that connection.
Unless that was fact.
I thought there was a cherry blossom tree outside?
Where’d that shadow come from?
Everything was unreal again.
You were gone but not really.
I was gone but not really.
My skin felt raw and I asked
The shadow for lotion.
Its gender was unmistakably male,
He told me to go outside by the rosebush.
There was a lake that was rumored,
To make me whole again.