Lily Gilston

Burning blue,

violet fire electrifies

my veins

and my brain.

When the sky flakes and the clouds fall,

black to green to brown haze,

I’ll wake up, skin red and cold,

heart beating slowly,

amplified,

hallucinogenic oxygen makes

the arms on the clock

blur,

tick.

Tick.

Tick,

holographic, loud,

a current to kill consciousness.

Neon signs make me blind,

sirens shatter my subconscious mind.

Living in this place

has made me go insane;

I felt the colors before the sun rendered them

into a range of icy oranges

and smoldering violets,

so that

it’s hard to tell…

Am I dreaming again?