In my dream my arm
wraps
around her smoky
waist. I know
she isn't
there even as my eyes
twitch beneath
their veil and her
dark tendrils hide her
brow.
I don't want to
look yet my dream
skull creaks under
the pressure to see,
like a door in a
haunted house. I already
feel my empty
sockets and broken rib cage
leaking onto the
floor. My agonized
scream yearns to leave
its gray
matter and break my
silence. My arm
tightens around her
waist as the clock
chimes one. More.
Time. I look
into my own eye as her
face melts
onto mine and I
finally wake
beside her rotting
corpse. one
more time.
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