dizzy

the asphalt is rocky under her bare feet, and sometimes she has to skip to keep from accidentally cutting her sole open. upstairs a sun reclines lazily as she tilts her face back to glimpse the endless blue sky. it's not closing in on her, not like the stifling rooms everyone seems to prefer.

          a grin cracks her face
as a green car roars past, spitting poison into the air, and the owner stares at her from behind the wheel before it passes. she bares her uneven teeth in response.
she's only walking at the edge of the road, curving around parked machines, and avoiding a broken bottle in the gutter –

but if she wants,
     she can do whatever she likes.

freedom perches on her shoulder, as heavy as the warm sunlight beating down, but it sends shockwaves along her collarbone, an endless supply of energy that keeps the Cheshire grin on her face and her steps as light as a feather.
and her lips are wide, wrapping around the words of a song she butchers with her voice.

after the next car drives past, she spins out to the centre of the road, her arms opened wide to hug the air, her feet bruised from the sharp rocks. and she turns in never-ending circles until her head erupts with dizziness and a car swerves to avoid her.

she giggles at the obscenities they must be muttering under their breath. bubbles pop in her blood and spill happiness into each layer of skin.

the strangers who see her must think she's crazy in love.

she just thinks she's free.