Sunday, August 30, 2020

Growing Pains - 55

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.