Onyx
In my head,
I lay in clouds of
cotton, planted in
spiraling hues of
pigmented blues;
Intermingling rosy
tints coasting
through.
Swim in daydreams encased
in the promise of budding
lilacs, and crisp emerald
pools.
Bringing me happiness anew.
Although,
there are
days
the corners of my
oasis, pitched in
onyx
bleed a thick smoky
haze. The waters
glaze over,
a dull grey.
Flowers
retract and I
see myself
shriveling into patches of ash.