Tuesday, January 5, 2010


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.


Eric said...

You've had more dreams this year than I've had in all of last.

hedonista said...

I am sorry, they're so much more entertaining than waking life :/