“the only shore”

watering ivy grown on an abandoned ferriswheel in neverland

she remembered the eye of the sahara

there was no correlation between the two

but then was there a correlation between anything

walking away from ivy - she stalled her feet in quicksand

she dipped deeper and deeper till she looked down

she found that her feet werent in quicksand but quicksand was in her feet

she mustered courage and tried to find her feet

courage devoid of fate loomed to be nothing

it was the site of an approaching quicksand seagull that rushed her feet up

that seagull was her courage- quicksand her fate

life reversed these analogies to cast her anew

she walked with her thighs covered in wet gluey mud

that green ferriswheel zooming large

all of a sudden she saw kittens sucking onto their dead mother

her son had died leaving her mammary glands painfully milky

those kittens then sucked onto her

analogies reversed again

night had fallen anew

there was nothing in sight other than reflection of a single star on quicksand

she found hope in quicksand

changed her direction after having fed the kittens

her nipples didnt pain anymore

her feet no more in quicksand

she sat by the bay of quicksand and prayed to that single star

she prayed for the quicksand to turn into a lake for her to reach a shore

she slept over it

she woke up to see a shore

the mother cat was sleeping on her belly

she took a boat to the shore and rowed it with the mother cat and her kittens

they reached home to a red sky at a place called zanzibar where they lived happily ever after

star-splashed at what at happened she asked a local where they were

she kept asking but noone replied

there were rivers of liquor devoid of hangover at this place

there were rivers of honey

date palms here and there

and no-one talked but only took a sigh of relief

this really was zanzibar-