an over-bright white tiny box.
We walk inside it.
the room is overly bright colored by white fluorescents.
it smells of cleanliness with a pinch of cloves.
There’s a zombie woman with protruding eyes who keeps shouting, a chair with chains on, and a little girl who shakes like a little chick.
Wooden Mickey Mouse hanging on the wall.
I look closely.
It smirks kindly,
transforms into a pinkish-purplish-sparking phantom Mickey,
flying out, and start marching.
We start dancing.
we start barking —Blink Blink Sparkling!
the angry sticking-out-eye collapses.
we start smashing —Blink Blink Sparkling!
the chair collapses and breaks into pieces.
we keep dancing along and around.
the little girl dances too.
— the box breaks.
in the vast green field of meadow.
I open my eyes, laying warmly in my yellow boat.
floating and facing the dry sunshine.
The slitting still lingers on my shoulder blades.
a little flash of an artificial strawberry and mint scent in my mouth,
a jelly touch, and gone so quickly.
The over-bright white box was no way to be found.