MERLOT
My dream resides in a pool of acid It's an OK place given the current market - A purple phantom She is woven with green Wears trees like the forest floor in Autumn Lays her roots down Through my achielles heel She does not need it - This fictional cottage Where wisteria grows up around the doorframe Colours are tangible here We lather ourselves in fairy liquid Bubbles web our fingertips We are chameleons Traversing the plains Between reality And lavender soaked pillows My dreams tells me secrets - Chinese whispers That I do not understand She echoes along my intestines Rising bile to my throat I gulp it down with Southern Comfort As it falls back into my chest cavity We play Like we are pounding blackberries Into wine
Rhea started writing as an outlet through art therapy. Rhea has since worked on developing their voice and performing at local slams – receiving a mentorship which helped them further hone their works. They enjoy writing about everyday life from a confessional perspective.
Flight of the dragonfly 