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Sep 2023
I fell.
I fell deep in the ocean.
The waves carried me.
Further and further down.
I wanted to scream.
But the water fell through my throat.
So I couldn't scream, I couldn't breathe.
So,
As I began to dream.
I dreamt of swimming to shore;
That's what I did.
But I wasn't really inside the belly of the ocean.
I was here with you.
Inside,
An empty house,
Alone.
But you followed me that day, throughout the pain;
Throughout the grey.
I saw it.
I was still drowning but saw it clearly.
A house by a tree;
Apples on the ground.
But the sun had faded,
Faded, faded, faded to grey.
You kept your distance,
But I had to sit by that tree.
And eat an apple, just to see.
The sky turned black.
Because of the night.
The sky turned grey, because of the white.
The white and black TV that would lay in the house.
Purple curtains;
A dead mouse.
A creaking floor.
Shutters white.
I fell asleep on that sofa late during the night.
You whispered my name.
You followed me in my dreams.
But you know, nothing is ever what it seems.
You watched me sleep.
Again I heard my name.
But still I slept until the light of the day.
But you still sat there;
Watching me lie.
Hidden in the shadows of the house you were.

I stayed in the house; I ate from the tree.
But yet, you still followed me.
Do you still love me?
Or is this a dream?
I thought I saw you.
Somewhere,
In my dreams,
Outside the house,
By the tree.
Meg Thompson
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Meg Thompson  32/F
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