Dream Labyrinth
A Trip Through a Writer’s Subconscious
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?
About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
Learn more about me: thewritersscrapbin.com
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