So Mackenzie reminded me that my livejournal still exists...

[no2no3no4no1no5]

So these dreams really did rip you apart.

You say that sleeping is a lost art,

that no one snores quite right anymore

and whatever happened to the classic

giant marshmallow

or pop quiz taken naked?

Gasps turn to coughs

as you choke on the feathers

you say you don’t want to revisit that place,

you swear you’ll never sleep again

but I know why you

tore your pillow to shreds

You say you don’t want to relive it;

don’t want to remember

his voice

his hands

his…floral print dress?

don’t want to remember

the rib hacked out

and used to roast marshmallows

don’t want to remember

the stranger who knew you were hollow

I see you,

sitting in your one-time-only snowglobe,

feathers resting on your legs knowing

they will never again fly like they just did,

and I know

you don’t want to forget.
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