i've been dreaming

[swansofnever33]

again, and over and over

every night has been too much and

every morning has been foggier

than the nights of pure darkness

in the wake of fog, i remember

my mother has died and i shrugged

babies were born and i felt green

he took me to the guest room

twenty years later and still unworthy

of his master bedroom, i followed.

with lines around my eyes, and patches

of silk grey, i had learned nothing and

of all the unreal, dead-like made up stories

that stung my reality.