scanning. scanning. recalibration. scanning. sonar sings to me. i hum along. i exhale. i breathe in and i exhale again. pinging and ringing and singing. this is my song. no more empire building for me. scanning. drifting on the current from electrical outlet to electrical outlet.
sitting on my bathroom floor, searching the cabinets for more bandages. more tape. the rabbithole opens. and i smell science. and starflowers and sunfish and vicodin. i hear something. just under the silence. i must hurry. spare the child and spoil the rod.
i smell my bloody fingers. i want to cry, but i know that wont help, so i laugh. happy birthday to me. sitting on the bathroom floor. i exhale. i breathe in and i exhale again. im no fool. i know where i am and i know what happens next. but for now, its all darkland. its all starflowers and sunfish and vicodin.
i lean back against the bathtub and wait for the train to arrive. soon. i will be loved. and i will be traveling at the speed of light. a sonic bloom. a power flower. static. i hear static. time to recalibrate.