un-stacked

piece by piece i dismantle the pyramid.

i've had my back turned for a month. now the monkey is grinding his organ. this time i refuse to dance.

the looming shadow grows smaller. i am stripping back in slow motion. there are boxes on either side of me. one is for keeping and one will be left behind.

the anxiety is no longer electrifying. i am wrapping my crown in satins to pass on. fingers carefully tie knots in loose ends.

i can see the way ahead is clearer.