With My Little Eye

Closed.

There's a dream

in my head

and it's making me

Ill.

Swimming,

These aren't my thoughts.

I wouldn't

couldn't

never would do

that.

But I did.

Dreams

So backwards

strange

provocative

uncomfortable.

Telling.

 

It isn't me.

 

This dream

it makes me quease--

Shut eyes

Tight.

Go away, that isn't

Me.

 

Thoughts like

Fire.

 

Images

I

Created.

 

There's a

Dream

in my head

and it doesn't leave even

when my eyes are

Open.

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