Exhaling Blue

The Green Room is
A claustrophobic, backwards place.
Sit against the wall and spin.
While he remains untouchable
But useless just the same.
He fires off the hollow questions
One after another
Again and again.

The Green Room works against me,
Stealing my voice and giving it to him.
I whisper.
He screams.
Unintentional on both counts.
He remains perfect,
While I spin inside-out.
He offers his hand.
I slap it away.
Time after time. And again.

“Then enough. I do not want you
Any more than you want
To be here.”
He blares as if
Expecting me to spin
And break one final time.
Not so because
I have already broken
All there ever was to break.
I am still here
So, I must be more alive than ever.
Breathing in,
Exhaling Blue.
Once again, not by choice.
But the Green Room is
A backwards place
Where failure is my victory.

For now I leave
The Green Room.
But the color Blue
Is a ceaseless thing.