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Paradise
Water washed up against my legs
Warm and sticky.
I can feel the grains of sand that cling to my skin.
Thousands of grains,
That white sand off the beaches of tropical paradise.
So I pretend.
I pretend I've found paradise...
Because it seemed like a nice dream.
I closed my eyes,
Let the surf move over me;
It's like being on a cloud.
Your body floating in that warm summer water.
I could smell the flowers of my paradise...
Hibiscus and jasmine
Overpowering, assaulting my senses.
But I couldn't see them.
I still had my eyes closed.
My hands are coiled in my lap,
Limp like rag dolls.
I can't remember...
Do I still have control of my hands?
They're still mine right?
I dreamt of a paradise...
Where I was alone.
But. That was alright.
I needed to get away.
There was something,
A long time ago...
That I can almost remember.
Someone telling me to get out before it was too late.
Too late for what? I mumble, half awake.
Warm and sticky...
Not water.
And the grains....
Bits of powdered glass.
And it comes together.
I'll never open my eyes again.
