Escape Velocity
by Bebe Blackwood
Escape Velocity
made sense to burn things, made sense to light candles
and spin screaming through the pitch black
and over the traffic bridge into the morning that never comes
made sense to lash out, made sense to let scars, real and imagined,
burst into rose-like bloom on my fingers and palms
and bite the skin around the ragged nails
rip it up until it turned hard and exploded out
in a thousand directions, in a million sweet shards
but now I can't see through the sugar that's cutting into my eyes
the sudden still, the foxglove memories
and there's no stopping, just the drums, the shock of lightning up my spine
jarring white and running silver and tearing up the dark, reaching, bones through the fingertips into the night—
WAIT FOR ME, WAIT FOR ME
IF THAT'S YOU, WAIT!
Bebe Blackwood
Bebe Blackwood lives in North-East England and is constantly having to explain that she is from 'down south'. When not writing, Bebecan be found talking to her cat, who is a very good listener, and daydreaming. You can reach her on Twitter @bebe_rena.