When I Started Screaming,

July 17, 2013
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I woke him up before
I woke myself
like tendrils of the inky
night come to strangle me
wound around my legs
pressing me down into the recesses
of the fabric and springs until i
with the heavy pressure in my chest
this weight of dreams
making my heartbeat echo in my throat

He unravels these tendrils,
his hands offer a gentle thrumming
liquid calm in every capillary
and i confess
that I cannot
without him

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Promethean said...
Feb. 28, 2014 at 7:26 am
Nice piece 
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