PagesOfDreams

Words are so bitter and elusive I can feel them on my tongue Slowly sliding back down my throat Getting stuck

Beneath her pale white skin She felt a warm familiar flutter A reminder that she had a heart It danced rythmically She sighed with relief "I missed you so much" She whispered to herself

You can try to undo my sutures with forceps, but I won't let you. My wounds need to heal.

I'm tired I'm tired of the fear I have tightly in my chest of the terror that I could lose my reproductive rights of the panicked thought that fascism will overtake America I'm tired I'm tired of the dread that peaceful protesters will be jailed more and more that gay and trans communities will continue to lose rights that people of color will continue to be abused I'm tired I'm tired of the lies people eat up from the president's mouth the ignorance that he loves to spread the hatred he revels in spewing the egomaniac that he is I'm tired I'm scared

We all know that legends never die, and that potential leaders need to rise. Does that awaken the phoenix in your soul? Does that cause the fire to take control? Or do you feel yourself slowly sink into the ground?

It's been too long, my legs wrap around you tightly. I'm engulfed by you, I close my eyes to feel the intensity, the pleasing song inside of me. The warmth in me radiates, crying to seep out. Je t'aime mon amour.

Pointed ears, caressed by silver, gold, and jewels; Delicate smooth skin, the color of tree bark. The smell of patchouli gently drifted past her nose; Angel kissed sunlight embraced the leaves.

I think I stood in the middle of traffic, waving at myself. What I tried to say to myself, I don’t know. Wait, or was that a mirror? If this is a mirror, why do I feel like I’m being crushed by wheels? Why do I feel like I’m looking both ways and there isn’t an opening for me to merge? Why do I feel like I’m floating in the air in slow motion, waiting for my body to hit the pavement? It’s like I’m in many places at once. I’m living in the past and the future. The present, the future, the past. The past, the present, the future. I can see my nose, but I can’t see my nose, my brain hurts. I can feel my brain in my head, yet it’s floating there, it’s not sitting on anything. I’m just arms and legs and a transparent nose.