I wrote this when I had a bit of self-inflicted insomnia. I was afraid to go to sleep because of things I would dream. I've tweaked it a little. It's a bit of a cop out, but I've been really busy (as has everyone) and this is all I got!
I had this dream
and
I was wearing white.
My hair was long,
brown, flowing and full.
My dress was
a few sizes too big
and
I was barefoot,
inhaling chlorophyll
running through soft grass,
and glass
and broken asphalt
tasting blood.
My dress kept getting in the way
weighing me down.
It grew richer, thicker
more. It was heavy like wet pulling down
on my arms
my shoulders
pulling my thighs towards the ground
slowing me
making me retarded.
It was all I could do to hold it up.
And I was running
and I thought it was to you,
but I was running
going nowhere
running in place while the background
blurred behind me.
i never fell.
but I tired of holding up my
big fat heavy
dress.
and then everything-
me, the ground, the dress
we all just
disappeared.
and then it was black
like at the end of a film
but there were no credits
and it was over.
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