Wednesday 4 April 2012

Exit Wounds


I wander in and out of colours.  
A massive chess boards with red and blue pieces,
Tree’s made of lego and houses made of books. 
I swim in an ocean of oranges juice, 
Walk along talking to my shadow. 
I saunter into darkness. 
A black, knowing smirk looks down on me. 
Dark haunted eyes watch me turn in fear, 
But behind me no longer exists. 
I see flashing lights, red triangles and bright orange. 
Then darkness, then I fall, then reality restores.