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The Sweetest Dream

Broken toys bleed bruises like
trodden egg shells –
viscosity weeping at the breaks
where laughter should lie.

And glue is nothing but sticky
in a mess of words and chairs
that lend to mend a damaged
shell – and still; she sleeps

She weeps.

She wakes again.

Cracked dreams with seams that
fray like thread from the bed sheets
that she creases.

But in places, he creeps
through crashing seas and salty tears

Her sunshine.

Her laughter, lying sound asleep at
her side, lines of ley intertwined in knotted legs…

her sweetest dream.


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5 responses »

  1. Crike that’s good. I might have left out the last line, it took me somewhere I wasn’t really needing to go, but maybe that’s the point. Well done GT.

  2. I think your choice of the various things that crowd in our minds when we are trying to sleep, some of them painful and some are sweet, are very unique. I enjoyed the way it played out.

  3. Hey! Your blog is really awesome, so I nominated you for the Bouquet of Three award at 🙂 Happy blogging!


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