Dreams of this world

November 3, 2011
By Tanya_Hunt BRONZE, Salt Lake City, Utah
Tanya_Hunt BRONZE, Salt Lake City, Utah
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Acrid smells peel my fingertips and curl around my face. Like bubblegum

Like crimson glory.
Humble sophistication, eyes closed. It’s dead, right?

Black rolls under me
A melancholy song, wailing outside from inside
Stiff like hot ironed soap – rumbling from far off machines.

Mellow flickers of stifled sludge
Crunch say my bones. Scissors should cut the glaring buzz.

A banner of white noise, waving

The author's comments:
These are sounds and feelings that sometimes wash over me when I feel afraid or deeply hurt.

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