Someone took my nose,
and I wanted it back, so
I built a sailboat
*
out of comic books
that my dad used to read me
when I was feeling
*
ill, and I paddled
through the ocean of my own
tears using the same
*
flip flop I lost when
we braved the shore of quicksand
to save my fallen
*
kite. Then a tired gull
asked if she could perch on my
head so she could fly
*
again at twilight
when it was easy to find
jewelry lost to
*
the tide. A peace
of my mind is still missing
from the fever dream.
About the Creator
Sam Eliza Green
Writer, wanderer, wild at heart. Sagas, poems, novels. Stay a while. There’s a place for you here.
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Delightful!
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Unusual (for me, at least) and captivating. Love it!
I loved this so much! It was fun and creative!
As an occasional and somewhat ardent user of psychedelic substances I heartily endorse and love this in equal measure!