Paper World
She sat there for hours
With a book in her hand.
Her thoughts were as tall as towers,
In her mind she visited those lands
She reads of dragons and fairies
And of inspiring heroes
She learns about ancient revolutionaries
And the Beast’s rose.
Her heart beats faster
As the climax grows near.
She’s oblivious to the world
The book is all she can hear
The words slither off the pages
And collected themselves inside her mind.
She’s no longer on this earth,
But in this strange paper world
That’s far from the ground.
E.B
Copyright © Emelia Brudwick | Year Posted 2017
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