TwistedDreams

Night unravels sideways
Folding in on itself

A staircase spiraling to nowhere
Feet sink into velvet shadows

Each step a ripple
That should not move

Eyes blink
See too much
Too little
Nothing at all

Hands grasp at strings of color
Tugging reality from its seams

Faces twist
Mouths melt
The taste of salt...

What is the shape of a dream?
A coil of smoke?
A knot of teeth?

Something is waiting
Just beyond the edges
As the edges keep moving