Photo Challenge #52

Into a Dream Beata Cervin

Beata Cervin

My feet only skirt the breeze

Who needs roots when the soil

Is fed on shit and slivered screams.

I rummage through a contagious womb

My femininity is of no solace to me.

Those things which cannot be seen

Must be stolen if they are to be tamed.

My heart once clear, is now opaque

Dreams enter but they never retreat.

When the lights flare I slip back

Into the drain praying for the water

To wash away the evidence.

Insignificant and unsubstantiated

There is nothing more toxic

Than those lozenges of truth

Which hover for a time and then dissolve.