Tie off the tornado. Stop the spin.

The spirals unwind
the un-twist 

here I am
Talula
Talula. 

HERE I AM (screaming)
Maryanne. The girl before the rabbit hole. 
The girl who draws the fastest black hole. 

I sourced Inferno.
Hunter S. 
Salinger

Tie off the tornado. Stop the spin. 

Sandtrap

When you leave us through the patient doors
That rattle in you ear will be the sound of our applause
raptuous, considered and due.
Oh the nasty laughter and desperate smirks
are tangled in the boredom where out brittle kisses lurk
well how can i believe you, when you can't believe your luck

and the shards of past attraction lie visible
but shy and blunt and weak and worn
away by whining in the emery paper voice you use to speak

oh the shards of past attraction lie visible
but shy and blunt and weak and worn
away by whining in the emery paper voice you use to speak

in the trap
you only want to be the first to laugh
you only want to be the first in the sandtrap
you only want to be the first to laugh

and your climbing holes and cinder claws
ring out the ? all towards

Farewell, Farewell, Farewell

*Feeling trapped in the norm, but so needing to be quiet in it for just long enough that the nausea goes away.