Weeping waterfalls

of fractured futures

eternally greyed shadows

drifting torpid and yoked

on a conveyor belt

that never sleeps.

Boutique Vermeil twinkles

with diamanté gowns

amid silken alcoves

of verdant glory

and fuchsia canopies.

Suspended on metal hooks

A green shade looms

black mask primed

with noxious air

to seize consent.

Hello torpor

farewell escape

In silver shoes

with curly toes

I wiggle bells

and sing fun songs.

A glister of stars

crowns my head