In an artificially lit room

Under a burnt yellow buzzing and humming light 

And a ceiling tiled with white drywall squares

An exit sign hangs above me and I stare at black locks and numbers growing up on beige metal boxes crescendoing from left to right

A fire extinguisher right by it as well

A hall permeated with a piss mixed with trash smell

I take off my leather boots and twirl and skip to the sound of silence mixed with Mr. Saxton muttering in a nearby classroom

The stained carpet is soft against my toes covered in black mesh that reaches all the way up under my navy red and white polka-dotted dress

Hugging my waist as i skip and plié

My ratty unbrushed hair drags across my back

Tangling and threading itself through my zipper

Wrapping bows around buttons, barrettes, and fabric

Twirling red navy and white 

Invisible ribbons and sashes and rabbits and ladybugs cross roads in my mind 

And butterflies are born from my black coiled hair

They flutter through a soft layer of dust snowflakes which fall slowly as though air was warm milk and they were pieces of sugar swimming towards the bottom

Soon though the winds of my limbs swoop them up again into spiraling specks only slightly seeable in this artificial light

IN AN ARTIFICIALLY LIT ROOM