What Do You Dream Of?

By Ella Bowler


You still dream of me, baby?

I dream that you are holding a sheet to me, and I cannot breathe.

So real, that when I wake I feel as though I have died, I have died.

You still dream of me, baby?

I dream of arms outstretched, reaching for yours, folded to your chest. In these, I lose all over again.

You still dream of me, baby?

I dream of every bad thing you said to me. They’re written on my eyelids & they come in screams. Your voice like a mocking angel sings me from sleep.

But you still dream of me, baby?



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