Hued HallucinationsA Poem by Sarah Jane
Hand to breast, Hand to womb
Slips of reality, slips of another Purple feels heavy, suffocating Yellow, my calm and steady Blue, a cascading ribbons of release Green rests solid, unmoving Pink dapples weary with weightlessness Grey's cool tendrils pull, akin to gravity I fall into dreams of dying Where I'm acutely aware that I cannot. Of visions so vivid I awake to illusions Hand to breast, Hand to womb, I am stilled © 2024 Sarah Jane |
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