Fire Away
In an open space of only orchids and angels, I hear your words.
They follow me into the woods.
Your words longer to any last bit of hope I have to fulfill my dreams.
How can words become so strong that they scare angels and kill orchids?
I keep walking up the hill and dive into the water so I become deaf.
The water accepts me and embraces my body as I shut my eyes and stitch my lips.
I hear nothing.
The water has pulled me down and I could not be more grateful.
I rise again to the ground where my angels once visited me and my orchids bloomed.
This time I proclaim,
Fire Away.