Daydreamless

Words seed me with stars—

“Now my wishes are

Down to two: Staying

Alive. Wanting to.”

Let’s rise into sun.

Let’s turn into ice.

Ascend into air.

Pretend to belong there.

Evaporation

Of so much longing

Can only extend

The cycle longer. 

My mind is a cloud.

My dreams are water.

The weight of those dreams

Leads to the slaughter.