Living Nightmare

She was an adventurous spirit,

Following that never-ending Sky,

Entangling herself in clouds,

Wrapping herself in their cotton linens.

She'd travel anywhere for the thrill of it.

He was a captain,

Sailing with the stars at night,

Darting from coastline to coastline,

Kissing the sand only to melt into the sea.

His hands caressed every grain he set his sights on.

She fell from her sky, crashing into his ship.

They collided, breath-breaking, only to collide again.

And I, I was their shooting star.

She bound us to the Earth with a glass house.

I imagine the swirling scent of pancakes,

As I wake up and see them both in the kitchen.

She'd be drawing her recent masterpiece,

and He'd be standing over the stove boasting his skills in the culinary arts.

My brothers would run in,

Henry still drowsy from sleep and Noah in his dog onesie.

Then my sister Pearl would join, a bunny cradled in her arms.

The walls are covered in art, pictures, and other memorabilia.

And on our dad's desk lies a camera.

It's content streams on the cracking glass walls.

The nightmare shatters and I'm awaken,

Our glass house broke before it was built.