The red pitt of rejection

That blurring twisted pain that follow can break a person in two blowing you down so rapidly 

you hit the ground

Bang

Your head splits open 

dragging you down to a place that you don't like to entertain in your mind because you know once you're there 

It's hard to be pulled back up.

Gravity crushes you so forcefully,  your bones  crack one at a time 

Slowly displacing your body into a jelly like figure, where you can't even prop up your head 

And it's like your dancing with your spirit as you desperately try to lift your broken bones 

 Piecing them one by one

 urgently hoping that you can glue yourself back together 

 and run away from the dancing spirit that tap dances in your mind

 Getting louder and louder

 until you can't breathe

 And you collapse, getting sucked up by the dirty swamp which desperately wants to enslave you in its grounds

 you push and you squirm  

And you fight back

 but you know that

 It's only when the swamp unclenches its mouth and spits you out 

That you can stand back on the ground with your bones intact

 Back on track.