my dragon?, i ran around my gallery
yelling
i need him right now
gravity shifts again
one blink and i'm inside the
colorless place that i once called
home
dragon, no!, i yell out, i don't
want him to swallow me
this place truly feels like hell
right now
but something catches my eye
among the black and greys that i see
a purple light
i decide to follow it
taking my step
one by one
hesitant about it
the center of this place
is the only thing i've to
in the insides
the light goes to some pitch black
place, or maybe it's just the lack
of colors over here
i feel a hand on my wrist
watch out, a twelve year old
girl warns me, not many
get out of the umbras alive.
but all of you are already dead,
i wanted to say
but i left her alone, instead
making my way to the umbras
getting in
that's when i get a strange feeling
it's deja vu, i've been to this place
before
it is deja vu
YOU ARE READING
artbook
Poetry// it's not something as mere as smelling colors and tasting letters, it's something like painting fish in the middle of the sky and drawing dragons in the middle of town. something like having the world as your artbook. \\
