Let me bury my head in the grains of sand
Eyes closed let me divulge my fancies in the
depths of suffocation of the ticking belly of
Hooks arch enemy. Let Neverland become my
Foreverland as Tink swallows me whole and
spits me out at the pit of the roaring audience
as Barrie’s pirates whisk me away aboard a ship of sinners.
I will be the curse that drowns them,
pulling them down into Davy Jones’ locker.
Tick tock, tick tock as Croc searches the rising tide
his blood lust salivating at my offering.
Then let night fall and the sun silently implode
as darkness befalls the earth and silent stars
twinkle down at us as their life is draining from the
skies above as Neverland slowly dies.
Karen Hayward ©2016