Hollow Deep

Sleep swallows darkness
Framed pity dubiously blind
And I cannot wake
These mountains

Breath travels lightly
An unremarkable restraint
And I cannot reach
These dragons

Blood curdles morning
Clocks border upon lateness
And I cannot dream
These moments

Time swallows daylight
Elephants sit on my brow
And I cannot imagine
These eyes

Paul Dawson is a writer who lives in Devon, England. His work has appeared in several small press anthologies, and most recently he was published in an anthology of dystopian stories published by Almond Press, an independent publisher based in Scotland. He continues to write both long and short fiction with the aim of getting more of his work in print.

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