Hypnagogic
by Caroline Zubricki
The rose light is ever so pleasing
I dream in flowers and rosy lips
forevers and eternities that I read
in the connections of our fingertips.
I can hear the voices pierce the veil
banshees of misfortune and dread
influential tongues drip poison like blood
dark oceans pooling heavy in my head.
And the burden was always on the light
heavy the flow with my imagined shame
as the world insists on neverendings and ash
may my vision not choke in the flame.
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