What if the sky is a sheet of reflective paper.

Maybe we’re a millisecond in time.
Our sky, a reflective sheet of paper without lines.
The universe,
the inside of a globe shaped toy,
a Kinder egg,
and we are the plastic joy.
Or perhaps our burning sun is the flicker of a match,
a moments flame with no fire to catch.
The moon, a child’s favoured sphere,
the white marble they promised to always keep near.
What if we are stuck in darkness beneath a child’s bed
among the glittered flakes of skin of a far off species that we can not even begin to comprehend.
Maybe a caterpillar collection gone wrong
an over run creation, futuristic Darwin, but blonde,
he is the species and we are the insects,
falling rain the tears this little thing wept
Or worse,
the urine that seeps through the mattress.
Maybe our trees are stray blades of grass
and we are the fairies, the dying last.
Trapped in a jar of suspended belief,
and our planet Terra is simply a leaf.

Karen Hayward ©2016


Author: blossom666

Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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