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Artificial Safety

(glow in the dark stars)

A pack costs two dollars

But the joy it brings is worth manyfold.

They laugh,

Calling me immature, childish.

But have you ever been afraid of the darkness the way I am?

When the dark arrives, so does isolation,

and emptiness and hate and pain and self-loathing.

That's all I know of darkness,

so leave my packet of stars be,

they watch over me when no one else will.

 

(dreamcatchers)

A bit of string, a few feathers,

and perhaps a bead or two.

Call it superstition, but I believe.

Because nightmares aren't just bad dreams to me,

they are possible glimpses into the future, where desolation dominates,

where the monsters in my head are as real as you and me,

and they tower over and hunt me.

Be sure not to break the string,

for they say all the bad dreams

will be released into the real world.

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ting-jun
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May 29, 2013
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