The Dream

Written by: Robyn-Jade Hosking

I dreamed that I was dancing
In a sable gown
That flowered darkness over my knees
My shoes were laced
In an intricate pattern
Like ink on my pearly skin
I remember
Kohl-eyes
Lips painted in dripping blood
To conceal the scars
And so I twirled
Ready to be caught
To be held my your comfortingly apathetic hands
And released back to the empty floor
I am surprised the blood did not spray us
But it was just a dream
And each time I turned
You turned away
And I could not see your face
But maybe I did not look hard enough
So drunken by movement
You could have been the devil
For all that I will know