I can't stop dreaming of you
And good God, I've tried.
I've dipped my brain in kerosene
And taken a match to my thoughts
But you still linger, now like smoke.
.
I've given you the key to immortality,
Turned you into something else.
I've ruminated and obsessed and dreamt
Until the shape of you has shifted
Into something that can withstand
The ugly fallout of a bombed soul.
.
I will be in ruins, little more than rubble.
You will be the ash, clinging and cluttering
Air that would be otherwise toxic.
Still, I will fall to pieces like wooden blocks
Poorly leaned on top of one another.
And you will be the ghost,
The smoke haunting the last of my dreams.
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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