For the first time, I am dreaming.
Swallowed whole by the nebulas
Staining like spilled ink in the whites
Of eyes that are too wide, too open
To be anything other than terrified.
.
For the first time, I am screaming.
And it's razors down my throat,
Dragging truth and steel across
The soft nothings that come with
This new, fresh act of dreaming.
.
For the first time, I am dying.
The world is shrinking around me
And there is nothing left but the nebula
Of impossibilities wrapping long arms
Around me as though its you and it isn't.
.
For the first time, I am alone.
Drifting through the empty vacuum
Of a manifested dream that could never be,
A hallucination of purpose,
The simple break of a lucky mirror.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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