There is treasure all around
but you
blacken and turn inward.
You are
an ink blot
on an illuminated
manuscript
a burning
nettle
in a
field of wildflowers
a sliver
in the knuckle
of a pink finger
Let me help
you pack
your
blanket and suitcase.
You no
longer belong
or want to be here.This is 55 words for Hedgewitch at Verse Escape. It's regarding a dream I had two nights ago.
