I dream in worst-case scenarios
Like a TV episode storyline
That descends into dissonance
With each passing minute
It doesn’t end until the alarm goes off
And it’s too late
I wake up and don’t think about it
I dream of old faces
Hello again, love, long time no see
Except here in the otherworlds
Where, still, we’re not meant to be
The plot holes grow wider
Until I can only fall through
I wake up and don’t think about it
I dream I’m dropping every glass ball
They shatter at my feet
Slice up my toes so I can’t stand
Or run and hide from this defeat
They expected perfection
And ended up with me
I wake up and don’t think about it
Except –
I think about it
But –
I am not my nightmares
Covered in stitches long past aching
I am the forward march
Of a life meant for the waking
With Love,
Natalie