Red Returns

I float in

a sea of yellow,

Purple ribbons dancing about

above me.

Above us.

Calm pride lingers.

But my right hand itches

Should I reach up above?

Grab hold and dance with

these ribbons?

I did not earn it yet.

Something inside keeps

knocking at it's skin cage.

Who are you?

"Oh she has called me forth! How shall we progress today..."

Hues are hinting

Something is hiding...

and it has been for a long time

"No m'am, I'll never dissolve. I'm here even after your dying breathe."

Usually I force the itch

to scream it's needs

But I never heard it in the stillness before.

Not like this.

It just never listens!

"Ah but it is you that will listen now."

I can't do the things it wants

That would reorient every

created self concept

violate unheld life purpose

it keeps wanting this, though

"They did wrong. This will be big, impossible to outline,

& you have to do it."

I don't want revenge! I never

wanted revenge! Those men

are blind to the pain they

caused and it's not my

responsibility to concern myself

with dumb men's eyesight!

"I'll be back, when I return the red will burn."