And there I sat, engrossed in the unknown.
A sea of foreign bodies determined to
consume my night and days.
Surrounded by a stream of endless cloudy
skies and blinded senseless from aged leather.
And there I sat, doomed to repeat - cycle after cycle -
the mindless wandering into the senses of another.
The last page turns, shut. My eyes follow
the gentle curves along the spine.
Hot pink letters stare longingly at me,
wishing we had another page.
Just one more page.
I curl my fingers around hot ceramic,
where fire rises from its center,
draws me in until my tongue
screams out and my eyes roll back
with pure delight.
My belly softens, relaxing into
microplush blankets and snuggling
deeper with my grandfather’s coat.
A snore rouses from underneath.
Reaching behind me, I tuck
the world away and begin
searching for another. Ready
to repeat the cycle.
About the Creator
From crafting second-world fantasies to scheming crime novels to novice poetry; magic, mystery, music. I've dreamed of it all.
Now all I want to do is write it.
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