Fainting at the piercing parlor

The room crashes and burns
purple ceiling closes in

Bright light seems – hospital-like

but no white coats at this operation

Strange faces look down at me

a familiar one – but I do not recognize

Have I been sleeping this whole time?

Dreams were good and awakening rough

So much more pain to come – 

Would I rather walk away?

Eyes center on the one who loves me

“Don’t worry” he smiles,

“It’s my job to catch you when you fall.”