up in smoke

There was lightning that jolted, not pulsed, through her veins. With every beat of her heart it was as if her soul was being poked like baby's fingers through an electric socket. There's no child proofing some things. We try.

We put plastic coverings over our skin.

We ourselves become that white carpeted room guest are only allowed to stand outside and marvel at, but never enter.

"Only for special occasions."

"Oh we don't go in there"

There's a mat outside that we all must wipe our feet on.

Trail as little of the outdoors in with you.

Its dirty there.

You don't know where that's been.

But then there's a storm. And the power goes out.

And the things you kept clean, kept to look pretty, locked to keep safe. You can't see it anymore.

It disappears.

Becomes imaginary.

In the dark it is no more or less real then the creatures birthed from your dreams. The creatures run out of your mind, they run across your white carpet, that's now black in the dark.

"You'll leave foot prints! You'll leave mud! You'll leave dirt."

then the creatures of his mind run out of his ears and cry out from the near invisble hole in your eye. Funny how floods can squeeze through something so small. They come swimming and tumbling down. And the floor is wet and muddy and they dance across the rooms together. mixing. breeding. conversating. howling. moaning. singing. screaming.

and the only glimpses of the maddness you catch are from the strobe light lightning thudump thudumping with each beating of your heart.

electric electric. and then you realize. a jolt of lightning from your heart struck his. and the muscle caught fire.

the heat of the flames made your plastic skin melt drip drip down and pool at the souls of your feet.

and the room only intended for special occasions went up in smoke.

and the smoke stung your eyes.

so you closed them.

and the howling grew louder.

and your nose burned with the smell of unbridled

animalistic. chaotic. joy.

raw.

and wiled and passionate joy.

and you grabbed a hold of one another's hands.

and you realized you too had been struck by lightning.

and you're heart was burning same as his.

hot and bright

you danced in the flames

you joined the creatures born of your fantasies and danced in smoke and fire until your joy consumed you.

and you weren't a room at all.

you were smoke.

and you rose until you mixed with the atmosphere.

no longer two flames.

but pieces of one same sky.