Unfinished Story

The heavens brush by her fingertips as she reaches for the sky but her feet stay nailed to the ground when she stretches past those pearly gates catching a shooting star in one hand while grabbing Orion’s belt with her left to wrap around her waist when she gets home. Down she shrinks until she is the size of a firefly blinking on and off to the beat of their hearts. She smothers her light as the demons emerge from the depths of the burnt lake and they search in the dark for something to clamp their steel traps around. As she is finally found she is pulled from all sides by good and bad alike and only at the break of the sun when light pours out from two grinning halves does the tugging on her spider web soul cease. And the struggling plants fly by her window as she makes her journey around the world though it’s only around the block that she flies for the umpteenth time and as the clouds decend to meet her feeble plane she wishes the land beneath her didn’t seem quite so far away. She jumps out, parachute-less and tries to run away on those stepping stone puffs of perspiration to meet her so-called destiny. But as she is running she is sinking and the hands she reaches for only throw stones to build the wall that she resides within effectively putting blinders on all five sides. All she sees are feet pounding air and now she is jumping red-tiled rooftop to red-tiled rooftop a suburban myth in the making. Sparrows swoop in to chat sharing their piping hot tea and sympathy with her but her appetite is destroyed by the sight of the endless abyss that stretches out before her surrounded by the cliff she now teeters on the edge of one leg in the air, dancing gracefully as she tries not to fall. And as she blindly reaches all around she realizes that no one is behind her to grab her waist and save her so she takes a baby step of faith and finds the blackness holds. Already she is walking quickly so fast she doesn’t realize night is coming until the stars put lights in her eyes and the shadowed blue cloaks her shoulders. But nails don’t pierce a nothing so tonight she does without her winking and twinkling accessories and hopes to anything that’s listening the demons can’t find her here.