I remember moments, not days
by
Jay's world
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Infesting my dreams
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We part with an awkward hug and promises to talk more.
It's late, I'm tired, and I'm asleep before my head meets the pillow
Mountain tops, snow falling, arms stretched, eyes scouting the valley.
People in the distance, family, loved ones. Their calling: 'You are nothing! You will be nothing!'
Ratty tutu, filthy shoes, disheveled being and soul. At the top of the mountain, alone.
An angel from above, his smile and his kindness. Black wings, come to harm me.
'I love you, I love you not.' His voice; an angel choir and a demon's call.
I scream, it echoes against the mountain, a hoard of eagles circling me, soaring.
They attack, open beaks with torture as their song.
Black wings around me. I stare up at his face, emerald green eyes; my sun.