Today was one such day when I took my seizure pills and went to sleep
in the darkest of crisp floors of dreams and nightmares
with my cigarettes still burning, mouth full of water
In the turbid walks of women’s lane,
a niche of mirrored talks happened
with a soul crooked and cracked
Vinegar lips kissing Dracula fingernails and hope of stained floors
I feel stitches in my stomach, spewing out disgust arrays of unheard bone cracks,
It happened beneath the yellow door of my cauldron of thoughts and anger,
I was partially a dreamcatcher and partially a sleepwalker
Silence of Aurora fills my thin bone marrow
And tells me another tale of liquid voices, tales and dreams.
I gasp. Observe. Run and sleep and dream in circulation.