Watch Me Burn

This is weird.

I can’t see anything down here.

I throw my hands out,

trying to feel something.

Nothing.

Super weird.

Okay.

I can do this.

I find a wall

It’s sharp as knives.

Okay, ow.

How did I even get here?

Oh, leave it to me

to not know where to begin.

I hear something.

Oh thank goodness.

I can get out.

The voices grow louder.

A light shines bright as the sun above.

Squinting,

I see faces.

Shoes.

Wait- this is odd.

They’re walking over me.

HELLO?!

….

They’re looking right at me!

They hear me.

They see me.

Can someone throw me a rope, please?

More people look down.

There’s a glass ceiling above me.

They’re stepping over me.

Seeing me.

Hearing me.

And then,

one by one.

They shrug,

and leave.

What is going on?

Great.

Now I’m talking to myself.

I just need someone to listen to me.

I’m not asking for much.

Just throw me a rope.

Still, they walk away

as if they didn’t see me.

I’m not going to stay stuck down here.

I’m not here for your sadistic enjoyment.

These cuts will hurt,

but they will heal.

To stay down here,

getting stepped on,

stepped over,

glanced over…

I’m important too, you callous jerks.

Obviously not to you.

I don’t know how I ended up in this hole.

But I will get myself out.

I will rise like a phoenix

in a fire you watch burn.