A virtual ephiphany, a resolution through key, and I can breathe
deeply, so much so that the faded pink flowers in the vase
turn a vibrant shade of coral
like a flip of a light
poison pink
like a lionfish, roaring, gnawning at my perception
as I gasp for air
my heart puttering
sputtering, spikes all through my veins
roses spinning out of control, all through the air
how cruel for a such stunning visuals to accompany such a painful ride
minutes after just a sip of Coke
Coca-Cola I must specify
which must have initiated the machine I had lubed up with poison of actual
kickstarting dying, rotting on a spinning computer chair
the first is the worst, they say, you really think you will.