One day I started swinging.
Swinging so high I reached the skies,
Swinging so hard I could not rest one second,
Swinging so low I was down below.
Those few days, armies were jealous
Of me and my sky reaching power,
Disgusted,
By me and my dirt-digging void.
Their jealousy controlled them,
Into sending me signals,
Into torturing me with sound,
Into placing monsters in my socks,
Into modifying my mirrors,
Into forcing me to go to school, those few days.
They’ve never come back,
but
they might.
Asbesteous lives in Laval, QC with an older family member and a grey, not-all-there senior Shih-Tzu whom they adore. They hope to tell more stories through whatever mediums they can.