rights of passage
– cease to be dense
– lingering attention
– into nothingness
energies carried intention of change and impact. wanting to be moved we cleaned our ears in desperation, still hearing nothing. with hands on mice we stared as spiders crawled across our fingers wondering if we were dead.
there was still a hint of red on the walls from candle wax spilled over six months ago. a salt rock lamp sits inches from our faces and burned out from tasting. shared flashbacks comes to mind of the girl who left middle school to care for her father’s land, how no one stopped her and how a world away the word choice means something different.