Hold my hand
That’s all I ask
While I flick through the channels in my head
And find the one with the
Purple butterflies
I like that one
It makes me happy
The trees grow tall
And the flowers spring up from the floor
And I follow the paths
To the rabbit hole
And follow the footsteps of
A girl who
Fell
Tumbled
Hurtling through the air
Too fast
Too soon
No
Too far
Change the channel
I don’t like this one
Give me back my rosy glasses
And the panthers I chase
Not these demons
They chase me when I sleep
Stand at my bedside
Mock me
Flick their green venom
Flick
Flick
Flick back to the jungle
Let me get lost in cellophane fields
And cotton candy skies
With flowers braided into my hair
Like an old story of freedom
