A meaning of whomever you are
Of the light
The mirror
And the wronged
A mention of intention
And a rendezvous of hope.
Sliced my throat
As I tried to talk
Forced to shut it down
And the mirror
I cannot look at
As I see the raindrops
Choke
On the reverence
Of the mention
Smoking flames
The going and the pangs
Lost in my moments
Circling the filters
Swimming through
The lost and the unnamed….
She screamed loudly “HEY!” and I woke gasping for air..I couldn’t breathe.
I sat up to realize there was no physical bodies around me, not even close.
Trying to place who the girl was, but went back to sleep…
I wake groggy, heart racing..trying to elude the freshness of reality
Out of a somewhat waking, while dreaming, moment….
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