In an artificially lit room - A poem

In an artificially lit room

In an artificially lit room

Under a burnt yellow buzzing and humming light 
And a ceiling tiled with white drywall squares
An exit sign hangs above me and I stare at black locks and numbers growing up on beige metal boxes crescendoing from left to right
A fire extinguisher right by it as well
A hall permeated with a piss mixed with trash smell
I take off my leather boots and twirl and skip to the sound of silence mixed with Mr. Saxton muttering in a nearby classroom
The stained carpet is soft against my toes covered in black mesh that reaches all the way up under my navy red and white polka dotted dress
Hugging my waist as i skip and plié
My ratty unbrushed hair drags across my back
Tangling and threading itself through my zipper
Wrapping bows around buttons, barrettes, and fabric
My arms weave worlds around me 
Barely catching up to the rest of me which moves like a marionette caught dancing in the night
Strings pulled by an invisible emotion tripping into new shapes
Twirling red navy and white 
Invisible ribbons and sashes and rabbits and ladybugs cross roads in my mind 
And butterflies are born from my black coiled hair
They flutter through a soft layer of dust snowflakes which fall slowly as though air was warm milk and they were pieces of sugar swimming towards the bottom
Soon though the winds of my limbs swoop them up again into spiraling specks only slightly seeable in this artificial light