deep REM cycles

2/25/18 1:12AM

i’d like to know what it’s like

to have someone else reach 

into my chest and pull

my obsidian heart out

instead of having to do it myself

i had a dream about a university

in the apocalypse

the degrees meant more 

because i was in love

and always meant more than a gun on the barricade

necrotic angels glide over

washed out plains

inside my skull and i am still

alone, even if the 

zombies rip me apart

every dream

no matter the beauty

or the curdling terror

ends alone, acquiescing

or clawing death throes

i had a dream where all i did

was sit on this stool

tottering on a windstorm

and write pithy shit

now, i wait to see whether it was terror

or god herself