it struck sideways with a scraping sound,
and moved ahead to sit in alignment,
with the victim, not being itself a culprit,
so to emanate from beyond 2 m visibility-
shouts, complaints, some swears-
but after not very long, wheels whirled
and it continued, swaying us in its gut,
shuttering my eyes for a nauseous stupor
.
I am linking it up with Friday Flash 55.
Travelling between
the thin line of
reality and fantasy,
looking for an emerald
that resides in me,
.
I stumble through distant paths
get burnt by dragon’s tongues,
I climb the mountains
to see no sun
but be struck by lightning
in search of something
that is nowhere
but inside me,
.
I dwell in darkness
feast on my own dead skin,
split open my eyes,
looking for that island
where I think the stone is;
.
fantasy becomes reality
when I last return home,
and find some drops
falling down my open eyes,
they glint with a distinct sheen,
and I realize,
they are the dear stones,
I was looking for,
in the realm of fantasy,
.
all the time,
them being overlooked
by my heart,
but present
in my own reality.
*Written in response of dVerse Mirage/Fantasy prompt.
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