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Dream Labyrinth

A Trip Through a Writer’s Subconscious

By Stephanie HoogstadPublished 3 months ago 1 min read
Dream Labyrinth
Photo by Timothy Dykes on Unsplash

Sword in hand

In an unfamiliar place

A million blue-and-gold scarabs swarm

And still I stay

The princess will be mine—

A restaurant

Mobsters in disguise

Telling me to drink

I know there are pills inside

Are my affairs in order

I feel my heart beat fading, fading, fading—

An airport, rushing, rushing

Don’t know why

Leading me to

A Taco Bell

My friend’s pulled inside

Never to be seen again

No nachos for me—

Farther and farther down the rabbit hole

Through the light and the darkness

I twitch and snore

My dog left wondering

Will I ever wake?

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Stephanie Hoogstad

With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and beta read as a freelancer for a few years with some published stories and poems of my own. You can learn more about me at thewritersscrapbin.com.

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