Dreams of You By Joe Nicholas

Sometimes when I see you I see visions of Sylvia Plath and Virginia Woolf dancing through poppy fields. I had a dream once where I found you at the edge of the river Styx, your pockets filled with smooth stones. You stood against a backdrop of orange that fell somewhere between Love and Death. That very night I had another, where your fingers stretched into branches, and your feet sunk into the earth. Your flesh turned rough, and a raven settled upon you, or perhaps it was a crow.­­ A dove circled your bow, trying to find shelter, but the dirty black bird always cried out in protest. I swear the dove hovered for what seemed like months, but never once did the black bird relent. I swear that upon waking I could still hear its cackle. Truth is, I still do.

© 2014 Joe Nicholas

Joe Nicholas is an experimenter and experiencer with work published or forthcoming in The Legendary, Phantom Kangaroo, Star*Line, Willard & Maple, and other fine magazines. He enjoys wine, felines, puns, perpetual evolution, and all things bizarre. His blogfolio can be found at 8rainCh1ld.tk.

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