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Jul 2013
Last night I had a dream of you dying
the frantic pulse of your jugular pushed against my inner palm
as I strangled you steadily.

Your eyes bulged,
and your teeth clenched
as your fingernails scraped the skin from my wrists

This dream of you dying was lucid
I woke
chest heaving
catching a sidelong view of you
sleeping soundly.
Kimberly Brown
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Kimberly Brown  United States
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