#idreamt

Things haven't been the same for a long time... things we’ve loved have been lost. All of our resources have run dry, a single flower left to be praised for just standing. Left to die for living here. 

She hasn’t be okay for a long time, Her eyes sparkle so sad, her hurt is felt by those who see her. Every message is left to be worshiped just to watch her stop. All of the praise for just surviving. 

It glows like fire in the moonlight. deep red to a gorgeous magenta tips. The leaves curl around the stem each on as large as the the flower seeming so green in this dark time. It stands so tall, a wispy tulip of sorts. So unreal but so perfect.

Her shoulders rise as she looks away, lips curling up at the end. She makes herself smaller when she feels happy. She is fire, a deep red with magenta ends. Her sadness takes up so much space but that smile lights up the room.

I was standing on this porch, overlooking a crowd of people lining the street, knowing if anyone saw us we’d be dead.  Someone had the idea to roll an empty truck into the street so that we could go around the back.  So they did.  We sprinted around the back of the crowd, towards this huge white house with columns and bright windows.  We knew it would be safe there.  It was Beyoncé’s house.

I was the only one who made it inside, and thank god I was.  Beyoncé caught me and brought me up to a bathroom upstairs.  She told me I would be forgiven and no criminal charges would be filed if I helped her.  Blue Ivy was sick.  I agreed.

She told me it wouldn’t be hard, she just needed some ingredients for a potion.  She smiled and pulled out a saw.  She cut my arm off at the elbow and my leg at the knee.  She cut them into little medallions and took what she needed.  She handed me back the rest for me to reattach.  There wasn’t any blood or anything, and it didn’t hurt much, but I was left with scars.  She said there was one more ingredient she needed.  My tongue.