Dark Dreams
Running into the mirror
Away and before, in front and bleeding brow,
Cheeks, shards, glassy emotion.
No authority, just anonymous threats,
Instinct drives you into survival, bloody,
Cornered, no papers or legitimacy,
Run rabbit, come with me…..
Face to face with fear,
The tattoo, the world’s pain now,
Hundreds of thousands of reasons, instincts,
Threats. Silent phone calling, locked boxes.
Hand in hand we flee,
In front, but only just, emotions,
Survivalists, bleeding and illegitimate,
Rabbits in the state spotlight.
Analogy, dark dreams come true,
Mirrored in rainbow oiled muddy puddle thinking.
Nowhere left to run except into the oily mirror,
And cold sweaty wakefulness, instinct free.
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