Plastic googly eye accoutrements
glued onto the sea of faceless white saris
cheer me on as I waltz towards
I expect to feel Something,
roll down my stone cheeks
I feel a stillness
like none other I’ve felt before.
it’s on the inside.
They murmur with their invisible tongues,
“Why did she stop crying?”
And I wonder the same.
Where could they have gone?
Did they evaporate already?
I swear I felt them on my face,
just a few minutes ago before I confronted
But don’t you worry about me.
I manage to manufacture the water.
They say only our kind are capable of such deeds.
In other words,
I remember the dreams I used to have.
Hell, the Dreams I still have.
The Dreams of potions
stirring in the cauldron of my Mind,
Dreams of the ways the tiny particles meet.
I’d like to think
they treat one another with respect.
Maybe those particles are The Solution.
Thought melts away
as the embers graze against my Skin.