Sanctuary

... kicking sand and dust, the sun pulls herself over the horizon. A new day ... selected and underclassed ... I washed away ashore a beach. It's sand is pure cocaine. No longer heavy are my eyelids, this surely isn't a dream. Im walking, the sky is LSD. I see a vagina flower, I pick it and peel off a pedal. Inhaling the dust of morphine, the pores drift in the air. Im still holding the vagina, I open its lips and look inside ... looking for a safer place ... Maybe I could hide?