Too bright!
A place of runaway thoughts
scary
shrieking clashing shades –
mum.
A severed horse’s head
amongst gentle ferns, bows,
dots and salty seaweed –
I hear the sea, but don’t see.
Too bright the light that comes from above
no shadowy corners, all curves.
Each twist set in a fallen space
no sharing of lines or running of colours.
Gridlocked.
Turned around, upside down
forever the same.
Confused anxiety
foreboding
fear.
Smoke curling close, a fire?
A sudden jolt, my body drops.
The nightmare ends.