Category: dream

  • The Flame Haired Siren

    There she was on stage, way above my head, The lower ground strooned with bodies studded with lights; I sneak amongst them. . The flame haired siren approaches on her belly, And with a marker she takes to my arms. Drawings of a high kick in stockings, Over the Hindi Swastika. . She spits mints into my open mouth, As i wake up in…