Laughing With Satan

You wore the sun as if it were nothing but a necklace.

Is that why you could no longer sleep?

I could smell your stale dreams hanging off of your skin.

An unwanted aroma for any woman.

It was stars captured in a jar,
the smell of their rotting corpses.

They died with your regret drowning everyone of their breaths.

You couldn’t dream,
So you made them do it for you.

Lighter and lighter the dreams became,
until you could no longer see their bright flame.

But it wasn’t seeing dreams that bothered you, was it?

No, it was the thought of not seeing him inside of your
head anymore. -DDF