Dust Buster out That Skull Girl..

I sloughed the snakeskin, kicked off the layers of ruffles and petticoats that were was dragging me down into the deep further that is that unwanted part of my consciousness.

I screamed wordlessly, but as loudly as I could; "STOP!"

My head fills with bright white noise, so painful and deafening inside of my skull. I clasp my hands over my ears futilely when this happens, barely being able to gasp, all in a rigor. Afterwards everything is more vivid.

The sound of mucus rattling in my throat when I clear it are chipped alabaster charges. The Am chord I strum is violet and bordered.

My insides are a topsy turvy Wonka like land.