Sanctuary

... kicking sand and dust, the sun pulls herself over the horizon. A new day ... selected and undisclosed ... I washed away ashore on 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 petal. Inhaling the dust of morphine, the pores drift in the air. I'm still holding the vagina, I open its lips and look inside. Looking for a safer place ... Maybe I could hide ?