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
in the knuckle of a pink finger
Let me help you pack
your blanket and suitcase.
You no longer belongor want to be here.
This is 55 words for Hedgewitch at Verse Escape. It's regarding a dream I had two nights ago.