Children

Children

Eating the strawberries of nightmares that hated our footprints.

And our footprints were dust

Dust like on the moon

So permanent in powder caked earth of blowing hot air

Dust sitting on eyes and eyelids

Caked in salt sex and sweat

I need a new room to be safe and peaceful

We the sun and I set into dustbowls of down and the children cry

One hand on mouth one hand on faith

Children

Eating the strawberries of nightmares that hated our footprints.