fleeting dream

a rough draft at 2 a.m.

a freshly cut bouquet of roses
lay innocuously on the furnace
enveloped in insatiable flames.

i reached for a jammed timer
to accidentally drop on the creaky floor tiles
scattering mice scrounging for bits.
funny thing survival is.

a lime green textile was strewn across
a rock in all its desolate glory
who left it there?
it was trimmed badly in the shape of a daisy.

i inhaled the salted air blowing my way
i knew eyes would linger in judgement
but i needn’t know from where or who.
i stared ahead at into the intertwined palm trees
within the stainless, skewed frame.

Author's Note

constructive criticism

Reviews

[Writergurl]

i inhaled the salted air blowing my way
i knew eyes would linger in judgement
but i needn’t know from where or who.

I really love this part, I think this write is fine the way it is. I love this

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Wow if that’s your rough draft at midnights hours show me your thesis love it 😍