Surrealist Fantasies

June 27, 2009
By Shelby Rachleff BRONZE, Portola Valley, California
Shelby Rachleff BRONZE, Portola Valley, California
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The devil is black with a few grey shapes
I wonder if this is life before me
Seymour wouldn’t play but now he approves
I think the immensity of the ground floor of heaven would crush me
I see purple and stars on a puddle in the dirt
I started to cry until he could take me home but only in mind and spirit
He knew that God was watching
Mascara doesn’t look like ink
I can hear their lisp but I can’t whisper back
They all loathe the dusk of eternity
I can’t locate them to make them stop and it scares me
I close my eyes and sigh because it was the first thing that turned her mind
The blood hurts and I can’t say anything
She screams for the lioness to feel her skin and teeth and save her
I smile and we’re friends and I watch her melt before my eyes
They froze the sky and it turned dark
Brown eyes lie on the floor, a precious stone among knickknacks
I wonder if there’s a possibility of being stopped
Mother always minded her manners but look where she is now.

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