012

you step onto stairs of silver teeth
outlined in yellow
spit out by the floor

they carry you like hands
up a mountain
bound by stainless steel walls
motionless
polished
reflecting shadowy figures

you hold onto
a blue plastic railing
which forms a continuous loop
around the outer edge of the walls
like a rubber band
moving in sync with the stairs
together they are infinity

near the peak
the stairs
become flat
and are eaten
by the floor

you step off at the summit
and look for the nearest exit

011

A woman crosses a bridge in a storm.
Her clothes are painted on by the rain.
Her head is hidden under a black umbrella
leaving her blind.
Strong gusts punch the nylon fabric
between its wire frame;
giving it a pulse,
threatening to turn it inside out.
She doesn't take any shit
from the wind or the rain.
She just slowly continues on
to the other side.

010

It is hot and humid. Small buildings bookend a narrow street. Many shops are open for business. Many people are walking to and from the station. A shiny black car makes its way down the street, careful not to hit anyone. It carries with it the sun's rays and reflects them off the windshield. For only the slightest moment, a bright flash of light is projected onto a woman in passing. Her body is rendered shadow under a translucent dress. The moment soon disappears. Every strand separates from its entanglement. The powerful light fades. The shadow becomes body. The woman walks closer to her destination. The car moves ahead. The driver puts on his signal to exit the frame.