VISUAL PROMPT
by JD_Art @ instagram.com/jd_art_x

Write a story or poem that could be titled 'High Above the City'.
High Above…?
I float.
Above, above, above,
Out of my body
Sometimes I forget that the words have to have thoughts behind them,
that they won’t just burble out in neat, cursive lines
I wish I could be floating,
not here in my body.
Not here,
picked over by the vultures of scorching desert eyes
Not here, grappling with the unruly _concepts_
that refuse to be harnessed into real words.
words that are understood.
I am floating,
because this moment doesn’t feel real.
Moments like these never do,
Not these,
The ones that are so short, fleeting, soaring on mayfly wings,
and crucial.
No second-chances.
The words tickle on the tip of my tongue,
a truth that makes me feel unsafe.
I’m not who I pretend to be,
I think you’re starting to realize.
I am not the mask,
Not the jokester,
Not the floater, though I wish for wings.
No, I am the one real,
With my paper-skin and matchstick-bones,
Every word a mistake or regret.
I don’t know how to explain to you,
I don’t know how to make you understand.
Just like that, the moment is over,
and I am alone.
My wings fold out,
Bones extending in a perfect joint,
Fluttering feathers in the cool, comfortable space.
My space.
And I drift,
Away,
Away from the real,
Till I am floating
High above the bustle,
The worry,
The city,
Into my own cloudless dusky sky.