I see you in the mist of another’s dream
twirling
dark hair swirling
a cigarette burning ‘tween two fingers
whiskey staining your thin ripped dress
bruised lips whispering scriptures distressed
I reach
but you can’t see from the south side of the mirror
through fear
and black streaked tears
raining down cheeks
tracing hard years
pretending to dance
all while dying
fading blue
on the south side of my reach
chained in the mist of another’s dream
I can see you
sirwilliamprice 