Fly

There is a dragon
Always a dragon
Always flying
In her dream
She wakes up sweating
Her dreams don’t come often.

There is a girl running
Always running
Always a girl
In his dreams
She is eaten inside out
By a dragon followed by exclamation mark.

Shouldn’t be a question there
Somewhere
In his dreams he is always talking
Often to himself
Her dreams don’t come often
So alone dreamer he wonders
What happened to the girl
What happened to the dragon
What happened to the story without end.

A dragon was found wondering the streets
With blood stains
With a tag stapled to its ear
Unknown!
No questions were asked.

Her dreams are still hunted
By dragons
She tries not to dream
She doesn’t sleep.

She catches flies
Look them in the eye
Under magnifying glass
In search of the flying dragon
That’s hunting her dreams.

She doesn’t sleep.

October 13, 2017

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About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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3 Responses to Fly

  1. yassy says:

    More like a nightmare 😨😰

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