I lie on bed blue. I arch my back and slowly my body lifts itself from the center, feet and neck pressing into the foam supporting all my weight. My pelvis is determined.
I am kicked twice but my pelvis is determined so piteous arms pick me up instead. My neck is heavy and falls twisting to reveal the nape. Spit drops softly and rushes to my ears. I look up, lips parted, parched, and I am once again shown mercy.
I am pulled higher. It should scare me.
But I am held from between my legs two fingers clenching into me so I feel safe. I have a taste of the stars. And when I am done my pelvis curls sinking the body along to its beginnings. Everything returns to normal.