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Sunday, April 7, 2019

Dreamscape

Last night I dreamed I was in 
India.
Elephants and houses had
memories as long as being.

A phantom shook my shoulder.

I tried to wake,
but my dream was syrup.
I could not swim up.

I felt you touch me,
and tried to stir.

I think death will be like this:
Sticky, sweet, heavy.

And silent as a sigh.
~ Elodie Pritchartt
April 7, 2014