PURPLE ROOM – A Poem

Words: Sevin Pakbaz
Art: Zaide Harker

I feel red.

Raw.

Interactions cling like ivy,

And choke me out.

A pit in my stomach,

My insides glued together,

Tightness in my bones,

In my breath,

My chest.

Makes me want to crawl out of my skin.

So, I take happy pills,

To float away.

An impromptu trip to a better place.

A vacant space in my mind;

A purple room.

I land there softly, and everything melts.

A feeling I’ll keep chasing,

Until I’m dead.

I roll around and consume the colours,

Flying high and spinning out of control.

Euphoria, in between violet walls.

I don’t tuck myself in or try to escape.

I surrender to the movement, and flow.

I fold through the gaps and pour from the cracks.

No ivy leaves wrap around me,

I go down every path I want to.

Hour’s speed past me,

And still, I’m present.

My unrestricted inner world.

I exist just to be.

But,

The lights fade.

The feelings evaporate, as I depart.

Now – how do I explain?

I feel red.

Raw, again.

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