Purple Dreams

A pebble plopped
into the stagnant
ripples of yawns
drawn across your painted face

The flute hums
a moronic melody
of silent slumber
seated on your lip

And those eyelashes reek
the purple dust
of a fairy that curled
upon your brow
left as a token

And aftertaste of
a satiated meal
that binds you in immortal sleep

Tied in polythene curves
rupture
tiny needles
that pierce
satin skin

And she will still
lay enveloped
in that drunken stupor
amidst the bosom
where petals cover her
away from veracity

And as she stretched in
her cocoon that
so wrapped her
it lengthened
and split
and air bubbles gushed
inside
to stifle her
with reality

And she twisted and turned
And engulfed more of their impurity
with every breath
unknowingly
and a little of her soul
maimed,
each time

The sparks of mortality
perished inside her

And froze the timeless moments
And her preserved sanity

And one last whiff
And that final
chord of the music note
welcomed her across Lethe

As the ferryman
carried her
in her tattered cocoon
across to the other side

She lived a dream
and she will perish in one

Conquering the corporeal

She still remained
Incomplete in her self
of the consequences
and of all the reality
she could not live

That she choose not to.

Dedicated To myself.

I might learn to be selfish.I will.Lets hope.