Octochelle

Octochelle looked up into the sky.
It was grey. Homogenous. Dense, somehow.
Was it clouds or haze or just her perspective that evening?
She didn’t know.

Octochelle was very annoyed about several things.
She was so annoyed that she didn’t even want to name the things that were annoying her.
Her mind was racing between all the annoying things, and at the same time, her mind was grey.
Like the sky. Octochelle looked up at the grey sky again. Hmm.

She closed her eyes. She felt the sky inside her.
Grey. Dense. Homogenous. Clouds. Haze. Perspective. Annoyance. Activated. Blank.
Octochelle took a deep breath. Where was she feeling all these things?
Four answers. Brain, heart, arms, and the blood that connected them all.

Octochelle opened her eyes. She knew what she had to do.
She placed her hand on her chest and tuned in to her heartbeat.
Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub. Dhak-dhak, dhak-dhak, dhak-dhak.
The grey began to fade.

Octochelle looked up into the sky.
It was blue. Vibrant. Electric, somehow.
She looked in the mirror. She felt the sky inside her.
The blue sky flowed through her blood and her arms multiplied.

Octochelle’s body and brain were in sync.
She was grey before, blue now, and she knew she could be whatever she needed to be.
If she lost something somewhere, she knew she’d be okay, whatever was lost would regrow.
And no one would even know.

Octochelle smiled to herself.
With all her hearts, 
and all her brains in all her arms, 
and all the blueness in her blood,

She angry-cleaned into the night.