This year I wanted to take a trip on the mother of pearl buttons that fix ink splashed fabric to my wrists. Instead I watched my sanity swish in a bucket by the side of my bed.
Tear spotted wallpaper crept down the inside of my silent screaming lungs.
Deep inside a polka dot dress while the world slept a web of questions was weaved. The sunrise cave held my cross bearing mysteries. I dreamt of a dreamer who would take me on a trip far far away from me. I fell in love with the possibility that biting my lip was only one choice.
Wishing upon a star can be harder than scooping your heart up off the floor.
I can be taller than I’m told to be
my faith has left me but my dreams
will soon be fresh
my old page
are now wrapped in four leaf clover
inking inside my spine
share my open and wide
over the memory of yesteryear
then raise the curtain to a pristine new scene