Last night I
Buried my dreams underground.
Fleshy as a corpse
Edgy like the corners of a time capsule.
Once my cup was sloshing round,
Now it's barely half full.
This morning I
had almost forgotten what had happened
But I heard muffled sounds.
They were still alive.
It made me wonder about
What it takes to suffocate
A dream.
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 12:48 PM UTC
Last night I
Buried my dreams underground.
Fleshy as a corpse
Edgy like the corners of a time capsule.
Once my cup was sloshing round,
Now it's barely half full.
This morning I
had almost forgotten what had happened
But I heard muffled sounds.
They were still alive.
It made me wonder about
What it takes to suffocate
A dream.
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