I dreamed my feet were sand
quick I stood there.
Unable to move, and reached for
I sunk into my skeleton
and fell into a routine of loose
gravel and sparse shores.
Bones became loose marbles
rattling within my feet
and I tripped over gravity
from my panic to my passiveness.
Each clank screamed out a dream
before it popped, fizzled into slammed waves.
Watery hands grabbed at my shoulders
and pulled me beneath
my powder skin
and I woke to gasps and tremble frantic hands.
Trapped within my pine box routine,
I opened my mouth
to release my quicksand words.