Leaves on the Wind

Lathron Dreams

You dream; ...

you are lost

the stars wink at you in laughter

the grasses bind you to the ground, and you cannot break free

you smell roast bird

you bite into it’s charred flesh

it tastes of ink and parchment

... dreams shift ...

you are flying above the world

you are flying for home, concern and dread wash over you

you race for your life

the shadow pursuing you owns a greater wingspan

... dreams shift ...

the sea bleeds behind you

a child dies before you

... you wake;



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