by Corben Horton
In my experience, dreams are
dangerous little things; like siren-sounds,
they call us to divert our ships to
rocky waters, to drowning depths.
Can you hear them? Those
melodious maladies that
taste
of honey in the mouth but turn to
vinegar in the stomach?
They come for us, each and all.
Dreams of money. Dreams of power.
Dreams of a perfected self, made so not by
change but by tyrannical rule of others.
Do you know them? Do you dream
your share of dreams? Do you hold them
tight like delicate little robin eggs? Do you
devour them like fistfuls of worms?
Of course, of course. We are
dreaming things, after all.
Lying things, too. But only ask:
Why, Geppetto, did you make us so?
Corben Horton is a graduate from Oklahoma State University with a Bachelor of Arts in English – Creative Writing. He has been published in Frontier Mosiac and Zoe Grace Publishing Magazine. Corben is an avid reader and writer of the fantasy genre, and even wrote a defense of genre fiction against academia’s criticisms for his senior honors thesis.