Perforated Dreams
A Poem
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1 min readJul 14, 2020
The distorted sun resembled memories I once knew,
of driving through tunnels of shafted dreams
and excavated beams of scattered light.
I held my breath,
as lanced skies spewed random buckets of contempt,
in circular winds that drenched asphalt and cement.
Water everywhere,
Meshed with echoes of darkness.
Inescapable. Replicated.
A tunnel of shattered, perforated dreams.
The sun,
replaced by the fury within my soul.
© Connie Song 2020
