Tuesday, January 5, 2010
softly
I dream about shark teeth like thick porcelain leaves growing from the pink-gummed sea snapping into my thighs as I lie on the water. There is the moment of overwhelming grief as the muscles tear with wet red rips and I know I will never use them again. Tucked buoyantly underneath this is the feeling of release, and relief, that everything is done with.
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You've had more dreams this year than I've had in all of last.
I am sorry, they're so much more entertaining than waking life :/
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