An eruption of dust
When I threw off my sheets
Left me to question
“How long did I sleep?”
As if no one had entered
This room in a decade
And I was a mummy
Entombed and decayed
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
An eruption of dust
When I threw off my sheets
Left me to question
“How long did I sleep?”
As if no one had entered
This room in a decade
And I was a mummy
Entombed and decayed