Nightmare
In dreams, no one is safe.
Apparitions crush the eyes
like sharp-clawed boogeymen
leaping from closets,
like piles of tiny clothes
from your skinny days
falling from closets.
Nothing stays stowed forever.
In dreams, his face is clear;
the dust of wasted time
has all but disappeared.
You are defenseless.
Years spent forgetting
vanish in a blaze.
You are helpless.
Nothing can be erased.
Awake, you remember
where the bread crumbs led,
why you ran the other way,
how you both fell out of love.
In dreams, the path is hidden.
You can't see behind you.
No one falls out of love.
They just learn to be content
with starving.
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