A computer rendering of what dreams are made of
Materializing from brain fog
Dissociation from the conscious state of being
The corners of the image are fuzzy
Although slightly out of focus
And angled partially to the left
It's warm
In a displaced type of way
Like trying to remember the patterns of the carpet in your childhood room
The memory of what puzzle pieces tasted like
As you broke crayons with your teeth
And made out faces in the popcorn ceiling
In the fabric of the couch
In the folds in the floral drapes
Dropping marbles through a singular hole in the floor
Watching through a portal as it plinks into the basement
Static shapes and colors become animated
Fabricating conversations from the songs of battery operated voice boxes
Watching as earwigs skitter across a bucket in the sandbox
You become an untethered balloon floating away from the clothes section in a brightly lit Target
The sterile floor tiles must be stepped on in a specific way
Or else you'll die
You just want to go home
And fade into the walls again
You just want to be
In the only place that exists in the world
Home
Home
Home
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
