Dreaming Of Oranges

I’m crying into my

Orange juice

(Again)

 

And they’re sitting

Around me

‘Comforting’ me

But they don’t

Get it

They can’t

 

I’m holding my head

In cold

Shaking hands

Hands that cool

My burning face

 

And they just look on

With eyes

Dry as the desert

Hands too hot

To comfort

(Like the desert)

 

Sometimes

I forget to make sense

Sometimes

I forget that it’s necessary

 

I’m crying into my

Orange juice

Because it’s not

Bitter enough

And I want to feel

At home

(Amongst the orange trees)

 

You stand beside me

But you’re so cold

You’ve frozen

And I can take no

Comfort from your

Lifeless hands

And hard blue lips

 

Instead I take

A lemon

And impale myself

On it’s sharp taste

 

Dreaming of oranges

Reviews

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... wow ... this is insanely creative, innovative and intense ... what an amazingly poetic surprise ... i had no idea i'd get to read something so beautifully written when i read the title ... thank you for writing this ... you inspire ... 100/100 ...

[Beatrice Mars]

...what v said. That is an amazing metaphor ...(is it a metaphor...smilie...imagery? You know what I mean..) Loved it!