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A Dream Within a Reality
I called out in the night
panicked
shaking in my own sweat
I am afraid of something
I can tell by the shallow breath
How my ribs creak and stretch,
their long, white fingers trying to
hold me together
I look around and
everything is dark,
It’s all familiar
the flowers on the wallpaper still
halfway torn off...
It was just another violent dream
melting, mixing
into my horrible reality
"...flowers on the wallpaper..."
We had flower wallpaper when I was a kid, the image of a flower still torn hit me like a memory. Well writ and felt - excellent vocabulary choices - envy...envy :D