You don’t know her world, but how could you?
She sees different colors.
You don’t feel the tightrope that cuts through her feet and makes her feel strong.
She walks it alone.
You don’t feel how her thoughts surround her.
She feels it all.
Sometimes she doesn’t know if she’s falling, or if she’s dancing,
So she embraces both.
I’d hate to burst your bubble so let me elevate you to a level of understanding.
You’re so quick to the tongue that your teeth are in the way for words to find a landing.
You are a tie-dye kept together with the rubber bands of someone else’s bindings.
You spit out words of a person before.
It’s so quick that you don’t even notice their reflection in your mirror.
I bet that rotten taste in your mouth
is left over from when you went south.
You have your bubble and world of mime.
Let’s play bumper cars, I know I’ll have a good time.