The neon dream spluttered on the high crane.
A letter D too large in the chalky morning sky.
And the moon full on the empty sea.
She gazed upwards mesmerised by the glare.
Dream, Ream, Dream, Ream it said.
The words reflecting on her skin, a translucent branding.
The metal transformer blinked.
She widened her eyes, daring it to take a step.
To crush seashells and scoop her from the shallow waters.
Devour her dreams in its metal neon belly.
To feed the machine full to the brim with her soft salty dreams.