Flowing Red

In the white room

Surrounded by the watch of witches,

my ass touched the white seat.

To pee is a relief. 

But a heaviness seemed to have dropped out of me.

Flowing Red,

how I despise you. 

In the green room

My bones cradle my skin.

It hurts to sit and makes me tired to stand. 

To pee is a fighting chance.

Lightness weighs below and the heaviness carries to my head.

Flowing Red,

where have you gone?

I wait for you.

I beg for you. 

I feel empty without your paint. 

Flowing Red.

What have I done wrong?

Witches create spells to wish you away,

yet poison to the body was all I needed,

now you never stay. 

You’ve come in oceans

in bright lights

in whispers. 

I don’t know what to do anymore.

Flowing Red-

But beg to go back

And be in that white room again.