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.

2 comments:

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 :/