Midnight drabbles; When Dreams Die

You awaken, shaken, beaten, 

wearing sweat like a second layer of skin, 

and there’s a hollowness in your gut, 

you can’t eat, 

you want to vomit, 

you wonder what it is, 

then it comes to you, 

Your dream is dead, 

 

I’ll be alright, you tell yourself, 

as you go about yours days with the fragments of your 

broken dream in your lungs, 

piercing into you with every breath, 

Ouch, ouch, ouch, 

instead you smile and laugh, 

As though there isn’t a corpse inside of you. 

 

Vixalia Visé, my love, 

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