Lord of the Flies

She is in a hole…

She knows only that the nightmare is about little dogs and sewing clothes.

And there is a rope, or maybe a belt.

But she is the girl,

Placed in the hole,

Tormented by the horrors of her mother, and best friend.

She is a psychic,

A hand me down is all,

Ancient as it is.

The thing is…

She dreamt of bad ass women, 

Who could drive trucks,

And her first sensation of the world and its pain.

It was when we placed a banana in her mouth for the first time…

She was immediately nauseous

As a baby,

But she overcame the sensation;

She learned to speak,

And learned to eat…

When she was eight she found herself in a tree,

Doing her homework,

Calling herself a tomboy.

When she was nine she read Tomboy.

When she was seventeen… 

When she had discovered drugs and fun,

She sat on the floor of the basement where she lived,

Arranging trinkets to keep the volcano from erupting;

Mt Rainier.

Or was it metaphorical?

It was her first “break” however small…

And the hole is vivid,

Right out of The Silence of the Lambs.

She suspects that he is having a nightmare.

Mom is always up early worried.

Or, it is like when the world is awakening to consciousness,

Does her mother think it is too bright?

We crave the darkness,

The darkness of control,

The peace that it brings.

Because if the shame were to flow, it might blow a mountain.