Friday, April 15, 2016

2016 NaPoWriMo Poem #15: She Dreams of Slurry

she dreams of slurry
thick and frigid,
toxic and alien.
she can picture
the scene
through tubes and screens:
a land where
the sun
never shines.
no pleasure domes,
no time
to explore.
she wishes
she could run 
her hands
through the muck
and dance barefoot
in the oily rain.

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