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Fever Dream

it isn't supposed to make sense

By Sam Eliza GreenPublished 6 months ago 1 min read
photo by Dima Dimax on Pexels

Someone took my nose,

and I wanted it back, so

I built a sailboat


out of comic books

that my dad used to read me

when I was feeling


ill, and I paddled

through the ocean of my own

tears using the same


flip flop I lost when

we braved the shore of quicksand

to save my fallen


kite. Then a tired gull

asked if she could perch on my

head so she could fly


again at twilight

when it was easy to find

jewelry lost to


the tide. A peace

of my mind is still missing

from the fever dream.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Sam Eliza Green

Wayward soul, who finds belonging in the eerie and bittersweet. Poetry, short stories, and epics. Stay a while if you're struggling to feel understood. There's a place for you here.

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    Unusual (for me, at least) and captivating. Love it!

  • I loved this so much! It was fun and creative!

  • Brenton F6 months ago

    As an occasional and somewhat ardent user of psychedelic substances I heartily endorse and love this in equal measure!

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