Poetry
someplace else
A dreamy poem about life in quarantine.
She is in her bedroom, alone with the curtains drawn. her dream is set in a land of endless rolling hills. the setting sun cast an orange hue among the tall wheat where masquerades & dancers sauntered, playing the flute & twirling, almost melancholy beneath their immaculate guises.
they seemed not to believe in their own happiness. their hymns were sung in a minor key — songs of victorious love & of a pleasant life. one by one, their notes soared overhead & lost their meaning as they drifted amongst the stars.
the moon was gloomy & the birds stopped flying. the clouds sobbed with such a force that our once restless sleeper jumped up & slammed her head on the windowsill.
cracked like an eggshell, she drew the curtain to let in the light, wanting to check if she was runny. glancing through the window, she watched passersby taking an afternoon stroll while wearing white masquerades & latex gloves. she wondered if they were happy or if they were like her — attempting to be someplace else.
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