A Dream Poem by alexandria hacker

A shadow stretching from the horizon
touches her feet.
a familiar shape.
a familiar silhouette
before a vast sheet of sunlight,
walking towards her.

she turns away
facing and empty canyon
inches from her toes.

she turns to the west,
a blanket of hot dry death.

she turns to the east,
a treacherous wilderness.

facing the shadow once again,
the figure cool and lean,
reaches for her.
staggering backwards,
she looses the soil beneath her
and falls into the canyon.

at least she will die innocent.