Spill Writing

Spill Geist: Triptych (nowhere/worlds on fire)


by Natalie Raven

 

ONE

 

A line of coal separates Us from the Others.

Dark, twitchy, posturing

The show must go on…

 

Walking, rhythmic, beat. To the beat. To the beat.

Walking, falling.

 

To the beat,

To the beat.

 

Watching them,

Watching you,

Watching the cameras,

Watching you,

Watching me.

Watching Me.

It’s all eyes on Us, Baby…

 

You are here, now, there, pushing against the pendulum that shifts us all,

back and forth, bleeding from the boarders of our-selves.

Suspended, red

Twisting and turning

In shadow

Casting shadows,

submerged, separated, a-part but part of the whole.

 

You and Your selves,

Us and Our selves,

 

Roxanne…

 

 

TWO

 

 

Shout Hallelujah, come on get happy
Get ready for the judgment day…

 

 

THREE

 

This body.

This living, breathing, body.

 

Silent screams…

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, do it.

Give me more.

 

Watching the exquisite pain, the scraping, sacrifice.

Silent,

Ears ringing.

Feeling what you feel.

Feeling you.

Feeling you.

Feeling your energy, expelled.

Shaking thighs,

 

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, do it.

 

Sweat, sticky sweaty shiny silver dress with trickling, sparkling beads of salty, sticky sweat.

 

Puffs of smoky, chalky, swirling black, scraped, back, black,

 

Black. Black,

 

 

Showing the struggle. Showing the suffering.

Living it.

You are living it.

For me.

For Me.

For Us.

 

I wept.