Pandora Scooter: Blog

She went searching for her self
In all the corners of her life
And she didn't know it was hidden
Under the bookshelf with no light.
So it sat there growing mold
And it festered and it bruised
And it waited for her to wake up
And stop being so confused.

But dizzy is as dizzy does
And girlie girl couldn't know what she couldn't know
So the story of her life was
Absent of her ego.

She walked through hallways and down sidewalks
Like any other sister or brother
But she was unlike any other
But she couldn't even bother
To notice her sheen in the screen
'Cause she absofuckinglutely knew
She was
Unseen.

And ghosts don't have lives
And shadows don't breathe
So why would she need air?
There was no one to believe

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out she came one day from underneath her bookshelf
She had scrapes and broken bones and bloody gashes on herself
But she pulled her body down the hall
Passed the soon-to-be past at a crawl
She worked her way to the door
And she whispered under her breath "no more."

She reached up for the door knob
She turned it just enough
She threw it open to the light
And she pushed the screen door rough.

And as it swung open
She quickly skittered out
It slammed shut fast behind her
And now she began to shout

No more!
No more!
No MORE!
NO MORE!

With each shout she healed a broken bone
Each word erased a bruise
Each syllable cleaned up all the blood
She knew she had nothing more to lose.

Standing now on the porch of what would be the house that was never a home
She strode confidently down the stairs and headed out to roam
The world and shout
No More!
No More!
No.
More!
More!
More!
More!
And More!
And More!
And More!

She screamed - she couldn't get enough
She wanted so much more in life, she soaked it all way up
Into her Lungs
And into her Heart
And into her Mind
She would never leave herself behind
From this day forward
She held herself
Carefully in her strong arms
And never again
Never again
Never
Again
Would she let it ever be harmed.