Scene 174: I Think You Dropped Something

On your trip to the sun

I'm sitting here in a pool of wax

watching as you fly upwards

something must have slipped your mind, and

it simply dripped out of your mouth

and was squeezed through your pores.

I'm pretty sure that you dropped something,

when you ran up the clouds

I'm laying here in a bed of sawdust

holding it close to my chest.

It's still wet from its recent escape,

and it's a little too heavy for me to carry too.

You might want to come back,

for what you dropped

it can hold as a charm to protect your from the sun's heat.

I think it's yours

but I can't hold onto it much longer.

Come back to hold it again.

I'm kneeling in a bed of feathers

hands clasped in each other.

I think you dropped something