Ticking over 12 o’clock to 14 January 2024
Hours pass, 4 o’clock, sudden need to go
Now walking through a winter night
Single digits means I Am frigid
No destination – No place 2 go
Just following this §trange Flow
Bringing Me to places I’ve never been
Into the 55 neighborhood
Through the fields nearby
To a pond meeting with Aphrodite
Decorated with dozens of decoy ducks
Then through another field
Here harvested corn stalks try to trip me
Now turning my attention towards light
Follow it to a giant electric billboard like a beacon
A greenhouse reminding Me of pickles
For more than one reason
Don’t stay long, walk through the parking lot
Down a gravel path as the night unravels
Ends at another billboard, 2 actually
Owned by the Pterodactyl who drives a car
Behind billboards be woods with a river N between
Flow telling Me to go through to the otherside
Now is the hero’s refusal öF the call
I say “No!” Though Flow insists I go
“No!” I go again, Flow no longer being a friend
Now Nono’s “No” turns into coming to blows
With Flow now knocking Me over as I try to go home
Clear glasses fall from my face into a snowy place
Search, but I can’t see without my glasses like Velma
Give up, let the forest claim my frames
Blinded, no place to go, but I know I’m not going home
Give into the Flow, takes Me further from my abode
But at least it’s not taking Me through the river
Under a bridge or two and a jump a short gap
See, was that so hard? Compromise means we both win
I get across the creek without getting cold feet
That is ’til the Flow takes Me to another river to cross
Bigger this time, and though I tepidly say “No”
I know this time I’m not gonna get out of this
Trading my metaphorical cold feet for real cold feet
Step into the water even though I know not how deep
Comes up to about my knees
Able to pull up my sweatpants to mostly keep dry
Make it through to the otherside
Lucky I didn’t trip or drop my phone
Especially since I can’t see, remember, no glasses
So now that I’m on the otherside
Frozen pants, continue walking
Through warehouse parking lot
Surprisingly not that cold
One of the perks of waking up Dead
Decide it’s time to head home
Except the Flow doesn’t quite know if it’s time
It still has things for you to do
But you’re running out of time
6 o’clock means the ‘rents will awaken soon
They’ll worry about you, especially since my phone is dying
Send a text saying I’m on my way back just in case
Even so, wind blows me towards one more destination
Past the grease monkey and sheetz
To find a small playground and a rainbow lamp
Flow wants me to do more, but I’m ready to settle the score
See 25 appear before me: “False Prophet!”
What I needed to finally go against the Flow
Notice my phone rapidly decreasing
14% to 2% in maybe 5 minutes
Was going to walk home, but battery dying makes me decide to call for reinforcements
Call dad around 6:22 AM and asked to be picked up
Wait at the Waffle House ’til he gets there
Have a coffee and begin to write a poem while battery lasts
Strange, it’s been 2% for awhile now
Able to write the full poem and more on such short battery
Lasting all the way home
What’s going on?
Whatever
It’s cold and I’m tired
My journey for the night is over
But of everything öDD that happened tonight
Why is 2% battery the thing that stuck out to Me?
♡Sugar☆World☮ 