An empty place
by Vikki Owens
In an empty place, in the darkness, in void,
streetlamps exhume the light, draw it in.
Asphalt stretches, seeming endless and evenmore empty...
footprint to fear,
a step to every direction, a floating breeze.
Hyacinth scented playground of childhood springtime heartbeats.
An ever emptier sky, a damp tunneling, earthworm like, a twist of indescression...too open and vunerable, too thrown-wide.
Spotlights on memory, floodlights on secrets filling in, a deluge of piecework hands and feet. Blankets and sheets, a stain, a tear in the fabric.
Desperate, voice goes up to conciousness.. lifted like incense, pulled on hooks to the eyes, wake up.
Open up, wake up.
Author's Note: a dream that made me afraid of the dark last night
Posted on 04/04/2005
Copyright © 2018 Vikki Owens