Lavender Lotus

On a tremor-clad day

Of acid flashbacks,

You hear velvet footsteps

Walking down violet halls.

You follow the smell

And find rose-strewn trails,

That lead from

Room to room

And begin when they stop.

You taste laced peppermint

And lilac dreams

When you follow the sounds

And they lead you to you,

Turning into strawberry echoes.

As silver  raindrops paint

Your window panes moist

And damp mushrooms swell,

Your shadow snails up to you

From dark blue alleyways of pain...