I’m sitting on black wisps of smoke with my eyes closed.
I smell the singe of thick, burning locks permeating the air; whispering their silly mantras like saccharine hisses caressing my ear.
My body sways gently to the crackled melody humming from underneath my bottom, lilting experimental choruses; thick with distortion. Soothing.
A smile creeps. Not from the smoke, not from the music – but this roller coaster jerking up and down on weathered tracks, it keeps me alive.
Because who knew one could find a fucking pinprick of light inside this void? Even with her eyes closed.
I’m overwhelmed by the mess in my life but underneath all this disgusting clusterfuck, I’m happy. That’s it.