Fifth plane existence, residual haunting
In a place I’ve never been
Clear out the cobwebs, you know I can’t do that
I’m too far away to reach
Fifth plane existence, lingering in the back
Limbs stretched in all directions,
my mouth leaking blood, I can’t reach the molars
I can’t reach most things
Most things don’t reach me
This place is inaudible but not silent,
Still, I can clearly see
backs of necks and tops of heads
As if pressed against a glass panel, twisting through and over the balcony,
Gritting my teeth and gazing down into the city
So many places I’ll never go
So many places I’ve never been
But I force myself in
Disappearing into the ocean, crash landing out of the sky,
Wandering through the days of the week
Weaving webs of ectoplasm through the calendar
Numbers echo off the pages:
One, two, three, four
Five
Alone in the back row
Alone in the window seat
Beaming smile in all (four) directions
Beaming smile from an unstable core
An unstable core that rings in your ears
You hear my screams so easily
But I can’t hear yours
– Samantha ADAMS