Lavender Field

I’m stranded on a lavender field. The purple petals stare at me in curiosity, To see me in such a state of vulnerability. I cry to see the audience of comforting glances.

My heart breaks but I cannot pinpoint a reason. All reason has escaped my grasp. What a beautiful mess she is –Such a lovely artifact of derealisation.

Stuck between burying myself in these lavenders Where few eyes are up close Or being still upon the pathway – visible from all directions.

Gosh, the perfume is dizzying. It’s so sweet. So goddamn sweet.

I sense their sincerity - their desire to dissect meTo have me spill my heart for the honour of drinking my blood.

Its rich dark aroma is as appealing as wine. But I shan’t let them do it. I shall not…

Running from this lavender field, The thickening perfume suffocates me. I stumble on the path. I stumble onto the ground. My eyes - swollen and red - see you.