Mindscape

Glancing into the reflective surface
My painfully rainbow dry eyes

Drowning beneath the skies of gray
In the fields of wheat
Lie many dead dreams
Soaked in the blood of reality
Faeries who once danced
Killed with the knives of betrayal

Focus flying from the purple walls
Falling to the potato punishment
Inscribed upon white paper

To carry a potato
Something that would never rot

I articulate a shaky laugh


My landscape is broken