It’s a strange place,
that louring sky and expansive sand swept landscape
inside my head.
Where no one sits and sings,
or bakes cakes,
or watches leaves turn colors,
or laughs.
Where nothing ever changes and no one ever wins…
no one plays at all.
A space kept blank and bland
with no moving parts or beating heart,
no favorite candy bar,
no late night thoughts.
It should be a clean place,
it should be,
but instead it’s greasy to the touch,
and rough on the lungs
like breathing steel filings.
And it’s no wonder
that no one wants to live here,
but the more I try to avoid it,
the fuller and more clamorous it gets.
And I have been cast,
by myself,
in the part of constant smoother
and placator,
to save anyone else
the rasp and sting
of this strange place…
©jayetomas2018
Traci Ashbe Dark Epic Fantasy Author 