On top of the world

I can wear myself out

Bouncing around so excited

forget where the time goes

I try to check in with myself

Compliments when I see distraught thoughts linger

Photos to remind me

I’m beautiful despite how I look

Creating a mess to show what’s in my skin

Rereading stumbling rewinding rereading forgetting reread wait what reread wait reread what

Stopping

Lights, glass, flames, flash,

Forget

Warm water, no cold, no cold on top of warm, no hot

Colors chaos clarity combustion

The cold light brings my flesh to a boil

Cluttered frames collapse frequently

Tired till fairytales today

Chuckling chimes with chills, classic

Wet Willy wake up

You’re on top of the world

Or maybe just in your bed

-Shealyn Shea Lyn