she would wake in the night to find angels standing at the foot of her bed, eyes glowing, arms outstretched to enfold her she dreamt of sea sirens singing her name, soft white arms reaching up from the depths to pull her down she walked in gardens of poisonous red flowers she played in dark enchanted forests of trees that danced & sang & ate, too, when they were hungry she drank from a wishing well that whispered secrets she swam in a pond, legs tangling in the hair of drowned children floating at the bottom she danced to the song of a jewel box found in the attic, a musical jewel box filled with glass eyes of every hue