
my heart storm splits an inky sky
it’s close but kept at broomstick’s length
soaking, cold, i drop through a hole
pull hard tug tight close up shut out
real girl sinks into the pillow
dream girl sinks into sweet warm hay
grumble of the heater starting
sounds like the junky rumbling train
this sleep will change and wake these bones
a promise rolls in on the sea
i can taste it in the salt air
Emily is a writer from Manchester, England. Poetry and Ghibli are two of her first loves, her escape routes and her trusty comforts. Twitter @agonyemily