A dream stains my skyline.
Forlorn clouds scud across a pale heaven.
The faces from another nightmare fade as daylight brings slow relief.
The echoing memory clings with a wanton resistance refusing to flee the tiny spaces.
Not even the shower, warm and fragrant, is able to chase those demons away.
11 comments:
LOVE IT!
Yeah...
Dito
sleep is a mixed bag.
Nightmares are cool. Of course, except when they're not. Heh!
Well turned lines.
i like immensely
lovely, my dear.
Thanks one and all!
Strange, CJ, I kinda had you cast as testosterone-driven writer. It seems out of character... but heart-achingly evocative and beautiful.
It's good to have at least one myth exploded per day.
Iryna>>>I have certain levels of testosterone but am a moody git and very reflective. This is typical of me as much as my Fekenham stuff. Psycho Killer me!
CJ, have missed your words.
<3 Raven
(not sure if you remember me its been a few years maybe..? but i check in from time to time :)
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Hi Raven, of course I remember you. Good to hear from you.
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