By Gabriel Lyra
Lucid sweet dreams staring at me through my bathroom’s misty blurred mirror soft dreadful lips kiss my epidermis, nerves feel electric discharges all over my disorganized long spine, rounded hips guide my lower back like a mentor lecturing symphonies designed by Mozart’s own fingers, a beautiful lie sings dark lyrics to my ears while my conscience is lost in a play of desirable lustful sex, nails claw my chest like wolves devouring canines licking some death more from the remaining bones and flesh from a dove. Sharp dopamine lifts my spirit as my limbs are being carried by vines durable like snake’s second skin, loud moans give my neck hair goosebumps lively satisfying delusional sensations, my mind is flying through the dense pink skies dilapidating lights from the beautiful end of the world when an intense flash jumps dazzling lavender sirens in front of my eyes as they involuntarily blink love suddenly dies as I am back to reality and face a ghost looking at me in the glass scared despairing lonely man he is indeed, now that his imagination has come to pass.