Land of Lost Words by Nicolaia Rips

I close my eyes and these are my dreams

Of hearts that beat with each broken thump a melody

a terrible whisper

a beautiful scream


Of words that flutter and walk on air

getting bigger as my fears draw near


Of tortured smiles drawn with crayons

but laughs that mimic sobs and fall on ears plugged with rigid fingers


Of bruises on the inside, hidden in the mind

throbbing and demanding significance when there is none


Of careless lovely people who take what they can languidly

And speak cynically


Of gripping keys between cold fingers so hard the skin cracks

And we are designed to walk the world and then some more

just to find what we’ve been searching for was under our feet the whole time.