tell me about your dreams
about twisted trees
and falling tea leaves
tell me about how your dreams help you cope with grief
it doesn't have to be brief
you always are the comedy relief
but what's going on underneath
in all your sweet dreams
the dreams that make you gleam
you follow the streams and seams
in your sweet dreams
my rights are in a chokehold,
gasping for the air they once were able to breathe in deep.
the air that made them feel so free,
like a bird in the great open sky,
or a puppy full of sweet little dreams.
your trauma is valid even if,
you cannot remember it properly.
your trauma is valid even if,
it has been years since it has happened.
your trauma is valid even if,
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I love the idea of this encounter between these characters, both the speaker and the subject: one, so ready and willing to listen and probe and crack the nut, break the harder exterior of humor their friend employs, and the other on the other side, someone who's probably waited a long time to be asked, "But are you really okay? How are you sleeping?" It's a tender image.
thank youu!! it's my favorite thing i've written :)
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