Wonderland.

Saddles shift through fog,
Venom saturates her tongue,
Bubble gum baked black pulls dry her stretched mind-
How she longs for the sound of sleeping.

Ferris wheel bends to the heat of her thoughts,
Riding the space between carriages they race,
Bowing down to only the plastic entwined in canine teeth-
That dog knows not the sound of sleeping.

Where whispers balance between the flint and the fringe,
Where sails tear to the crying of the wind,
There mercy and murder befriend,
There she finds the sound of sleeping.

Solid tones bellow from between two lips,
Twigs scrape cement,
The damage is damned.

Beneath the yellow brick road paved across the sea,
Buried by her parents,
Is where she will know the sound of sleeping-
Ash in mouth and delivering butterflies from her hand.

DB.