Fuel
One... Two. Close my eyes.
Cover the black canvas with a new surprise.
Paint the sky blue, wave your hand over it with streaks of whitened blue
til' flecks of black specs dot the horizon and sing me wonderous tunes.
Dull me to sleep, cast the blue sky a hazy pink.
Wrap me in mountains, cold and gray.
Let the brown soil rinse away.
Wrestle back my wicked thoughts.
Wrangle down, the 'man' society's wrought.
Three... Four. Open my eyes.
Release I'm no longer awake because the skies...
Are littered in stars, in hues of pinks and greens. Of memories long past,
until the demon sings. Sings my name, pursed on wrinkling lips.
Shorn short hair, in gray odd wisps. Wicked, evil, spiteful witch.
Setting up her little picket fence.
And there she might have, her generational surprise.
The one with matching all green eyes.
Smile pretty, a devil's sin. Preach the words of 'God' and blame her sin.
No recollection of an apology, somehow there here to steal from me.
Taking, grasping, tugging so.
Yanking away, my work and more.
Claiming it all for their greedy hands,
shoveling my good deeds and work down until gagging on hems.
Hue is a color, and the color is bleak.
Why do they steal from me only in my sleep?
It's hard to believe, something so long gone crosses distances to drown me in its pond.
Yet here I am, until I can force the my eyes open to release that reality is long gone.