Smithereens (Violet-Stained)

A poem, by Samantha Montana

Counting on dandelions,

Each boon I’ve blown

To smithereens

With every wish

Made beneath

The starlit sky,

Back, reclined

In the grass

Gently tickling—

A limen tease

Sentimentally sinister,

Jeering me

Tenderly, hazily,

Knowing I seldom

Venture outside,

Dread of exposure

By streetlights,

Unravelling me

Under spotlights:

Mind and body

Violet-stained

In blue heaven

Delicacies,

Living in reveries

Maladaptive—

Disintegrated,

Forever floating

Just above,

The plane of reality