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triggerdancer — Dreams and Nightmares
Published: 2011-10-06 00:01:40 +0000 UTC; Views: 94; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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Graveyard full of decomposing bodiesThe cool, cold shovel in my hand
I'm not sure where to start
Toot! Toot!
I can hear the whistle from the train
It gives me such a fright
That I feel like jumping
From my skin
I look back down
The grave torn up in front of me
It has such an odd shape
It's not big nor small
Medium maybe
I start to dig
Feeling sick from the
Putrid smell
Tink!
The loud sound
Releases me from my thoughts
Making me notice
I'm not in a graveyard anymore
I'm in a soup
Made of nothing but fish
The fish are made of
Bone and rotting flesh
This is the putrid smell
Ring! Ring!
I shoot up
Wiping my forehead
Just a dream
A night mare actually
Ring! Ring!
I reach to the telephone
Glad that it was only a
Dream.
