Am I a believer or a user in this raw world?

watching the world
through the eyes of
intoxication.

perceiving

complete regularity

through the lives of true believers

or freedom seeking users.

She speaks and
words appear in flawless grammar
the words are naturally keyed

as though it's
sane.

No mistakes no exceptions
The sentences form as
she forms her lips in
various shapes.

When she walks,

invading
the dark streets
there are these ridiculous
gruesome dragons.

chasing her,

They are multiplying too.
Fluorescent green and red
these terrifying monsters
raid our world.

wrap me up tight
she asks.
Pointing to the floral blanket

draped over the pot of gold

the flowers dance off the fabric

And grow into vines.

Tightly tangled in rainbow vines.

They stab at my body wanting

inside.

What if they carve out my heart?

or at least the broken pieces..

I yell at everyone.

Trying to save the shards trapped

inside.

But as sound escapes my throat

It does nothing else.

Silence literally takes over,

It's grey

and hot.

Smoke around me

and taking away all

importance.

Stealing my significance

and reasoning.

I can't see

I can't move

I can't hear

And the smell

is no longer there.

I'm not one for

making fine distinctions

however I know I'm better off

in this raw world.

-feel blue, think green, shine yellow

adventure queen.