I dreamt
that I was wrestling
and octopus underwater.
Its tentacles found
my face
in that dank place.
I stopped breathing.
One tentacle around
my throat.
Preventing breath.
Close to death.
I fought
and pulled
and screamed
underwater.
Before I became a shipwreck,
I woke up with my lamp cord
around my neck.
~E.M.S.
2/3/12
12:56 a.m.
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 2:56 PM UTC
I dreamt
that I was wrestling
and octopus underwater.
Its tentacles found
my face
in that dank place.
I stopped breathing.
One tentacle around
my throat.
Preventing breath.
Close to death.
I fought
and pulled
and screamed
underwater.
Before I became a shipwreck,
I woke up with my lamp cord
around my neck.
~E.M.S.
2/3/12
12:56 a.m.
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