A dreamy surreal recollection of a blurred connection on an astral plane as night drifted into morning.
A Day in the Night of…
She muttered some clutter into his dreams
And tiptoed amongst eggshells split at the seams,
Empty and purged of their cargo
They knew how far to go
To make things new and right.
And he slept on through the light –
The dawn chorus his lullabies,
Seeing the world clearly through shut eyes,
Soul and spirit mischievous spies
Eager to see his journey unfold,
Desperate to hear what truths he’d be told.
He delighted in the golden respite,
While she rid herself of all that might
Hold her hostage.
Every last ounce of rottage:
The terrible lies
The sleepless nights
The flashbacks and knives
The untimely deaths
The self imposed punishments
The poison ingested
The rats that infested
The twice flooded cottage.
The half felt loves
And wholly ruinous catastrophes,
And she muttered as she stitched in the clutter at the seams,
Working away to mend broken dreams.
And he slept on through the light
And she became free.
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