Ponds

I stare at the sky full of dreams

Floating passed me.

Dreams untouched by the

depths of the Earth

I chase them

And my teeth crunch

Under the weight of my feet

As they fall from my jaw

One by one.

There's a Minotaur

Flying on the back of an Eagle

Next to me

With gnarling teeth

And gentle eyes.

He leads me to his pond.

The path behind me dissipates

Into a nothingness so full

Of blackness

it feels solid and cold at the touch.

The Minotaurs ponds

are the color of roses you leave on a headstone.

I see my broken teeth have sunk

to the bottom

and the dreams I was chasing in the sky

are floating on the surface.

The Minotaur rolls words

Heavy off of his slimy tongue