Editing in my sleep,
shifting words on an alphabet sea.
Dream. Vision. Fantasy.
The lone surviver in a shipwrecked story,
tossing words overboard in allegory.
Fogged. Caffeinated. Solitary.
How long the days and how long the pages?
How long on the revision waves to escape the danger?
Saved. Awake. Eager.
©May 2016, Christina Anne Hawthorne