sometimes dreams die.
i hold it in my arms
feel the thready heart beats
slowing; feel my heart beat
what do you do with a dead
dream? how do you bury with your
hands what they have wrapped
around protectively? how do you say
goodbye, before you’ve had the chance
to say hello?
today i watched you die. watched us die. dreams aborted violently, blood splattering all over the floor, my hands wrapped around myself, holding my midsection,
collapsing into myself.
how do you walk away from yourself?
how do you let go of your own soul locked in a body buried beneath the soil?
how do you walk on soil knowing with every step you take, your soul sinks deeper into the earth?
how do you untangle yourself from your own body and walk away and never look back? tell me, if you know, how i can be whole again, with pieces of me ruthlessly ripped off leaving emptiness echoing loudly.
tell me what to do with the dead dream in my blood stained hands, with face so peaceful and eyes closed, it could pass for sleep.