Broken Poetry

Lost in a Dream

Today I was lost in a little world, a paracosm of the past. I've committed such weird crimes, like falling in reverse, walking backwards on the paths, sciamachy, drinking bottles of water thinking it was sweet honeysuckle. Kalopsia ruins my vision, blinding me from the evils people hold. And once I rest my head on the pillows of slumber, swevens roam through my mind, poisoning my paracosm with glittery blood and candy blooms. Virago, a woman of strength is who I wish to be, but swevens show me that my dream just won't be. Atelophobia bids me down, whispering insults through my ears. Like the forelsket in the air of my falling to the sweet honey embrace, I smell the sharp peppermint of the red and white swirls we call trees. Paracosms and swevens, such similar things, but my imagination and my dreams aren't meant to mix like the ingredients to the cake batter in the oven, cooking slowly and perfectly to a wonderful fluff. Stringing together my visions and thoughts, I wonder if my paracosm will come to a stop. I blink my gummy eyes and smile my sugar teeth, then wake up from this world to meet the reality I see.