Captured all the dread from the room

Was what he said

As he held out a paper cup

In triumph

Veins of ink

Suspended in water

Was all I saw

So I smiled wearily

Because it’s been awhile

Since I believed in fantasy

And I wanted so badly to

Pop his eyeballs into my head

So I could see what he saw

I wonder where my imagination took off to

Bali or Cape Town

Or maybe Bermuda

Never to be seen again

Maybe I became this darkness

When I stopped noticing the little things

Too caught up in will be

Not enough will to be

But enough am to want

I hope

He did capture all the dread

Because lately I’ve been feeling

Heavy

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*Inspired by childhood novice and imagination.