Milkshakes
are dripping from the sky,
clouds hang deep
like wet cotton wool,
touching my head – almost…
into a cave they draw me,
into a cosy white nest
where I feel trapped
and also safe,
where I can sleep
but still suffocate…
dream my favourite nightmare
and panic trying to wake…

Sybille(Sydney) Krivenko GISC2052924 2007