Editors - An End Has A Start

Someone turn me 'round. Someone press your palm to my chest and give me a slow push, walk me backward away from the wall. Someone lead me out of this wet garden, this menagerie of droplets canceling each other's glitter into brushed-metal grey. Someone tell me to stop ending my sentences on a dropped-down tone, tell me to try singing for a change, tell me to wail, tell me to howl. Someone turn on a fan and let throwing-stars whip through my hair because it's too much a quiet cloud that sits on my neck and slowly smothers me. Someone grab me and slam me against a wall, shine a flashlight in my eyes and strip me naked. Someone drag me stumbling into the center of the Sun, blind me and burn me and let it all stop in high-velocity spirals. Someone make me over again, someone make me new. Someone wrap me in a cloak of stars and toss me into the sea. Someone wrap talon-fingers around my wrists and jump off the edge with me. Someone make me soar. Someone unstick my eyes and unbind my breasts. Someone fork my tongue and stab a ray of light into my belly.

Someone bring me back, I want to say. But back isn't where I want to go. I want to pitch heartrendingly forward and find myself suddenly in the sky.

Someone stop me. Someone make me stay. Someone tell me that if only I remain collecting dew with my palms upturned, the hazy morning light will come and slowly fill me with rainbows.