there is no turning back

[sll]

Last night in my dreamthe air full of basspeachful sunlightA Japanese womanthick-thighed & yellowish palefloated along red maple busheslurking between land and skyElongated whispers growing in silenceformed into pastel colorsrusted rainbows fusing togetherBut a stern man, outlined with greylured her fingers to twist around himand she willingly placed her pocketed body in the trunk of his carIn her eyes a wall of resistance cracked itselffear oozed between the gaps of her footstepsthe zenith of her sobbing gasptiptoeing in the darkno repetitioncemented overpunctured heart