Candy stripes are turning heads,

While broken bottles lay in my bed.

Tossing, turning,

Until I am dead.

Persuasive jolts,

I kick and scream,

A tantrum like you have never seen.

I want a dream!

I want a dream!

Where the concept of being,

Meets fantastical meanings,

And I don’t die before I wake.

Rolling in my shards,

Pushing myself down hard.

I want the springs to petrify me,

For eternity.

etta 2008