Lost In The Soil
A dream was swallowed by the dirt and changed into something else.
Sink, sweet dreams, into the soil.
The wet black soot of the Earth
Hungers for your bones.
Sink, gentle soul, into the deep ocean.
Drown.
Succumb to the pressure, fracture,
And perish.
.
Change.
Slip into a new suit and emerge on the banks
As a product of decay,
A creature that gives no quarter.
Let the cool winter sands be warm
To your bloodless skin, cold like the dead of winter.
The war ended already and the ocean ate at your scars.
.
A dream no longer but a finely woven nightmare,
Look at how beautiful you have become,
Shimmering beneath the empty blackness
Of a night with no moon,
Emitting your own twisted rays of light.
It is in your bones,
It is of your blood.
.
What was will never be again.
It fell into the deep pits of the soil,
Exploded in the sky where oxygen is thin
And dreams cannot survive.
Its spine, broken beneath the crushing weight
Of still waters
And shrewd eyes, watching, watching, watching.
.
You no longer need to breathe in the condescension
Flowing from polluted words
Nor must you endure bones splintered
From the weight of guilt placed on your shoulders.
A dream acquiesces,
But a nightmare demands.
And you will never be a dream again.
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Silver Serpent Books
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About the Creator
Silver Serpent Books
Writer. Interested in all the rocks people have forgotten to turn over. There are whole worlds under there, you know. Dark ones too, even better.
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