ELYSIA BYRD

You’re lying on your back. 

Feeling the ridge, ridge, ridge of the floor as it squishes beneath you. 

Looking to your right, the floor seems to slip away into the air. You think you could roll softly over. 

The drop enticing. 

Instead you decide to look up- your eyes xxx and zzz through waves of colour. 

Giant petals above swaying in the dusk heat. 

The air is shimmering. 

You are shimmering. You begin to buzz. 

An incantation stumbles from your mouth. 

Two candles light.
Erect, like nipples on the brow of the next hill. 

You wait for night to arrive.