Electric purple travels my skin.
Thinking of past promises whispered.
Excitement to the point of an anxiety attack.
Perspiration delivers me undone.
Hanging on the suggestion of a validation.
Your choices maneuvered me into this second life.
Living purple electric,
until the batteries run out.
“Open Mic 🎤“
There’s a crowd inside.
The tech guy is taping the line down with stage tape.
A spiral notebook indicates ten spots open.
I scratched my name beside the number five.
Peristaltic butterflies emerge from faux cocoons of confidence
Palms emit sweat.
Handshaking the handshakes.
One sets the tone,
Two drives it home.
Three stretches on.
Four, and now I’m on.
Minutes warp fast and slow,
I caught my flow.
Just as fast,
the show goes on.
Never run from your shadow
Spinning castles in the air has become a habit.