Bad Dream

The 2 A.M Writer

Losing my marbles, melting eyes

Burn like a candle, wax skin

Losing air and inflating simultaneously

 Everything so very paper thin

Heart dying, why is it dying?

I'm not here, I'm not near

No noise and screeching dreams

How long till the vision clears?

...

(All over

All over the porch in fact

It's everywhere, Jesus fucking Christ

God why, shit.)

...

 

  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 12th, 2017 20:41
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Mugsdaddy

    Intriguing, but I left with the question, what's all over the porch? Blood? Vomit? Sex slime?... Soup?



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