29. dreamt of old loves
dreamt of old loves,
crosses & secret languages,
fetuses in bags that i cradle and sing to,
old men chasing me—wanting to own me,
hitting the red panic button by accident, but not really
top floor of a crisis center,
climbing down a crack in the floor into a damp subway platform,
bodies are scattered all over the tracks, their untimely deaths unpeopling their skeletons
taking the strain off their tired frames
a train pulls into the station and i
think about getting onboard
i woke up and still felt
the morning can be such a nightmare
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