JT (12-20-1993 / Alone forever)

In My Dreams

wron handle
tears at my palm
the metal cold
tearing at my arm

the blood is warm
it floods my body
trickling down it
like thorns

inhale sharply
the pain feels good
fall to the ground
like I knew I would

in the dirt
I feel safe
away from harm
and this place

I close my eyes
to rest some
and there you are
in my dreams hun

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