Friday, September 10, 2010

predator of dreamtime prisons

you are the only one who ever appears in full figure: your eyes, your beard, your belly...

everything is always in tact and unblurred by dream putty.

last night you were out to get me. torture me.

my stomach felt dread, dread, dread.

Over your broken smile, you watched me sideways with squinting,surgical eyes,taking pleasure in bringing me down and watching me suffer.

i shut the door to my room. i walked up the stairs and i shut the door to the forest that went to my room. i sat in a chair and looked out at the cool, wet, mossy forest. then you riled the party. from inside my house. i could hear them clawing at my bedroom door, 2 doors deep. taunting me. a mob of friends turned against me. laughing at me because i couldn't be in the same room with you. i opened the door from the forest to the stairs and starting chucking silver coins at every body. like the undead, they fought against coins,trying to get up the stairs, taunting me, ready to eat me alive.

I wonder if you still believe you left with the deepest wounds.

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