Josefina's Realm

Run to the getaway car

Escape to somewhere not too far

In an abandoned garden,

Meet the warden.

My unsaid words,

Imagined chords,

Unfinished plots,

The realm of tears, smiles, cracks, and guts.

Open the portal,

Of bestrewed beauty and ruins of my world

Where stories unfold

Written in the ink of gold.

Run to my hidden lair,

My evanescent ether

Limned in a manifold way

Only to return to reality the next day.