Business-minded Approached by three Spitting poison, rolling boulders. Ears pop and heads crack Wheezing as my stomach collapses. My body folds in on itself, The origami of scrunched up paper. Dizzy claws catch on the hot flashes Of flushed fleshy faces. Dipping and dodging Ballooning and balling We dive on top of one another, A bloody fit of fists. Slinging slurs to the black Buzzing flies flooding my ears Drowning in the breeze. Block the sun, my fourth foe, Grabbing at my collar Tip-toeing; a drunken dancer Blathering to the birds. Mother’s wings are slow to show. Raise me up on bed of birch, Hand over hand laced with thread I am whisked into the nurses bed.
Mary Saich, ’24