Whole Punch

Exploring first steps toward healing.

three dimensional woman

intact, yet flawed

hair flowing like creativity

until I allowed you

to punch a hole in me

whisking away energy

lights inside flickered out

my music slowed down

until I became 2D

line

analagous to the ones I would stand in

waiting to help you

with the latest project

my time had no meaning

an infinite line

the questioning and wordless dismissals

reduced me to a

dot

not Seurat the dot

or anything remotely artistic

a photon being slowly snuffed out

invisibly screaming

from a tiny dot mouth

less than one dimensional

this woman speck in space

lost

to the vacuum of love