on sweating skin and salty tears, ripping open
gashes were smiles used to reside-
you don’t know where you went wrong,
when the path divided and you turned straight
through the middle of the fork
and ventured to the in-between--
but you know where you are now,
and the vegetation is deep, deeper
than you knew your mind could go,
seems to swallow up your legs with each step,
to take in your skin and muscles and sinew and blood,
blood that’s bursting with adrenaline that’s useless,
because no amount of running would ever get you anywhere else--
you don’t know when the golden glow
became this ghastly gray, this world
of forgotten terrors and feral dreams--
but now you’re trudging through memories
you thought (hoped) (wished) you’d forgotten a long time ago,
and they’re trampling you,
trampling you as you try to shield your
face and stop the thorns
from scratching out your crying eyes...
Subject:
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This is about a nightmare, in case I didn't make that clear enough. Not just A nightmare, but nightmares in general.
Author's Note:
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So, the ending bothers me-- I wanted to leave off in the midst of the nightmare, but it feels too forced and abrupt to me. I'm also considering switching it to first person, and maybe taking out the points of repetition. Definitely going to work on the piece as a whole. Thoughts?
Thanks for reading!
-Coral-
