From a Few Months Back

my fears caress and my dreams stress. air floats thinly into my lungs only to sprout dirt and blood flowers within. with hands weary and bloodied, i grip my heart and pound. pound. pound. restlessly into lifeless and cracking white bones. i want to touch the colors of sunset again. red, blue, and yellow colors all melting into one. fresh lavender and sticky-sap smells waft carelessly into my mind. i’m sleeping in a lie. the faint warmth of something yellow and safe pools out from the corners of this broken dream like a childhood drawing, so serene.