Joanna's Wallet

Grasped by soft warm hands that feel like home,
parted
I am placed on top of cold red metal.
My skin tightens as I quench for last breathes of air.
Alone
I sit feeling the breeze
crash
slowly over me.
My inner cards and faces begin to
freeze
from the rushing speed of polluted oxygen.
Where am I?
I gaze upon light after light
feeling myself
slipping.
My skin clings to the cold iron begging it to save me,
but there is no reply- I hear only my echo.
I turn
left...
left again...
forward...
forward....
I go
red
plasters my flesh

Faster
Faster
Faster I go
I turn left with green tattooing me for a second,
two seconds,
three seconds...

I stop. Wait hold on don't fall...
Where am I?

Turning right...
The movement pulses and springs me
slightly
forward

I stop again.
Waiting,
Listening,

I hear yelling voices
begging voices,
into the night air.

Back up
Move forward,
Turn right

Stop.

Slowing down, down.
Now,

left?

I say these commands but I am not the commander...

I am slipping sliding
falling
fast
to
KISS
the rough lips now embracing me.

So much colder, but not moving as before.

I wait.
I wait.
I wait.

I wonder still,
Where am I?

I wait.
I wait.
I wait...

Impatiently I grow with my waiting pushing the very young ambitions
dreamt of not so long ago...

Yellow milky light
washes over me
in my darkened world of now
so familiar;
an unquestionable
cold embrace,
to which I yearn for a gentle
warmth so familiar.

I am squeezed and lifted.

I am placed comfortably
back in my womb.