Your arrival has been long awaited.
I am here,
                          F L O A T I N G
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atop my own delusions.
I daydream of my world colliding;
merging into a sky not so blue,
a sky pitch black,
with a moon illuminating red,
a wind that screams ****** ******,
and chokes my lungs in terror.

I want my skin to crawl along
abandoning my body.

Please. Will you take me now?

                                    With Love,
                                    Renée Brookes