So, I’m a bit of a strange dreamer.
Here’s my response to our latest #CreativeNeighbor prompt: a recent dream.
she lifts her fingers to wipe the dream out of her eyes
gently, to keep herself from clawing her lids apart,
but the doors don’t open.
she’s in a small room with a calm tiger, next to a strange
man that looks like a liar, eating food that tastes like something bad happened
she lifts her fingers to wipe the dream out of her eyes.
then a flood of yellow wipes out her sight, she is flying in light,
it is light mixed with bright paint, like the moment before waking,
but the doors don’t open.
is it a nightmare when your legs feel like dead snakes, sinking
into quicksand as you crawl one elbow in front of the other, up an impossible staircase
she lifts her fingers to wipe the dream out of her eyes.
she tries a scream, a flood of weightless tears,
a prayer she shouts over and over again,
but the doors don’t open
she misses the hallways that lead her to places she knows,
aches for sounds to call her back to the surface
she lifts fingers to wipe the dream out of your eyes
but you won’t open the doors.
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