Words by Alyssa Conigliaro

God damn it where’s the ground I’ve gotten used to falling falling falling down this rabbit hole everything’s out of control but I gotta smile that shattered mirror smile with a vapid luster in my eye. Yeah they see through my little parade They know it’s just a ghost of the light they know it’ll be awhile before it shines as brightly as it did that day I wore the silver crown upon the center of the sweltering sun but now but now the voices, dear god the voices they whisper slithering secrets make my head swell and eyelids falter can’t see can’t see the sky from way down here everything seems so high you seem so high up away now. Not so beautiful now am I with flakes of raw skin peeling in the sizzling wind the sun is shadowed by the lingering winter misty gloom. Doomed doomed doomed unless I find a way unless the wind picks me up with her golden wings then I’ll float above myself into pulsing colors in the clouds. Mmm that’s where you can find me. Can’t hear them from here Their mouths move but their voices are lost by the whistling sea. Don’t don’t don’t want to know what they have to say can’t they see I’m just fine with the way the dream lies hushes my pathetic cries for just a moment. Just a moment that’s all I ask. Maybe maybe for an instant I wont be wondering maybe maybe it won’t matter what happens next. The voices say just let go just forget its easy its so so easy- then why have the clocks stopped and my delirium iced over reflecting that smile of one hundred suns. Maybe I’ve broken down can’t get around what needs to be faced- but god, if they knew that smile like I do they’d continue to follow the smirking death into the light too. Just please some one tell me where where is it. The ground ground the ground the-