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Fever Dream

it isn't supposed to make sense

By Sam Eliza GreenPublished 6 months ago 1 min read
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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
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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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  • Linda Rivenbark4 months ago

    Delightful!

  • Yusuf Alam5 months ago

    🔥👌👌

  • Natalia Grin6 months ago

    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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