Blanket me in indifference
Hide me from myself and numb my thoughts of you
But it melts away
Not the pain, but my protection, my cocoon
Blind me from the fatal truth as the carriage horse knows his future is not rest
Freeze me in the past where I could assure myself that romance was shared between us.
Dominique Williams grew up in New York City’s Greenwich Village when still a literary and artistic hub. She inherited a love of the written word from her mother, who is a writer, and a love of art from her father, a Greek-born artist of note. Dominique studied dance, voice, art, literature, and interior design. Her blog dgsinteriors.blogspot.com focuses on design, art, and architecture. Her writing has been published in Array Magazine. She lives in East Harlem with her husband and grey tabby cat.