#fiction – Michael Sean Erickson

Missile Into Hell Dream

My gypsy grandmother pokes through the rear passenger window.

Fiery nuptials in a throw.

Kim Kardashian’s DeLorean skims over the frosted waves.

I catch her eye, but then she looks away.

Be still, and she will kiss you.

A god caped with a Fleur-de-lis.

We are so headstrong when our dreams are unfastened from reality.

Sometimes it is best to provide no feedback at all.

Do not eat the bread prematurely.

A hardened criminal defense attorney confronts the Devil himself, when he attempts to have charges dropped against his client.