fantasy

fantasy

By Jillian Thomas

fictitious undertones caress me and you as if they are not going to strangle us 

as our pupils fade to white 

and the red is sponged out there are 

no more chromatic symphonies left 

& 

we are living in a fantasy where 

the clocks are melted 

and the birds sing in the cries of infants and sisters never die 

my mother tells me to be scared 

of things that are too good to be true but i cannot be scared of something that 

is all-consuming in a way that has only been known by adam and eve themselves, i know my heart must love in its entirety or the sum total’s absolute value dwindles into zero 

i know it will melt away when 

the grass is graced by dew but for now? i will let myself be held in silken embrace moments before death 

my last words will be momentous