Mayfly
Dreams
Our heads house living things
Dreams born and buried as we sleep
The transition dreams are working class,
They pass so fast we cannot grasp
Them, so they clamour for
Rights to live just as long
As the rich “I can fly” dreams
That ride around in limousines
The nightmares slink like rabid
dogs,
A pack of stress and wild fears,
Untamed, they run the streets
And tear apart anything that moves,
Grounding them and chasing them
But never quite catching,
Always just behind.
These visions ride on
Ferris wheels in our heads
Perhaps even we are in
Some giant’s mind -
Mayflies, with just minutes
Left alive.
Emmie Christie’s (Emily Smith) work includes practical subjects, like
feminism and mental health, and speculative subjects, like unicorns and
affordable healthcare. She has been published in various short story markets
including Ghost Orchid Press and Flash Fiction Online, and upcoming poetry in
F&SF. She graduated from the Odyssey Writing Workshop in 2013. You can find her at www.emmiechristie.com or on Twitter
@EmmieChristie33.
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