The change begins with a dot in my eye, A bloodied full-stop Caught hiding in the mirror
I put on dark glasses So I don’t have to see it.
Downstairs, a headache Furthers the confusion.
Below my glasses, The dot bulges And explodes to a splatter.
On the street, Vanilla and coffee Smother me in the wind.
Beneath my skull, Pain continues to bloom.
Beside me, Blank-stared mannequins stand in line,
Silent yellow-skirt soldiers Shooting me down with vacant smiles That zero in with rayon precision.
I stoop and cower, Bobbing forward for shelter.
The red in my eye expands, Hemming my iris in a ring of fire
Hollow spines puncture me from within. I writhe and lurch with pain.
Staggering on, I break out Into glaring sunlight
My fingers open at a spasm And I'm filled with air
Giddy and floating In an ecstasy of shock
Red engulfs both my eyes And my skirt erupts in a purple glow.
I shriek, my form contorting And sprouting ash-grey plumes
Agony blurs my eyes. I do not see, But feel
As wings unfold And I escape into the sky.