A/N: I'm back with today's poem, inspired by what Cinder might've remembered about her early childhood! Thanks to all reviewers, and please keep it up! You guys make my day!
I Thought
I thought it was a dream
the shimmering lake
black and thick as crude oil
round and flat as a silver dollar
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I thought it was a dream
the palace of lies and luxury
of façades and falsehoods
nothing is real
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I thought it was a dream
the honey-colored face
the big brown eyes, more suited
to a calf or doe
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I thought it was a dream
her voice, low and sweet and rough
shh, shh, now, shh, shh
my love, my princess
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I thought it was a dream
my hand, tiny fist, reaching up
to grip hers tight, tighter
Mommy's got you now
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I thought it was a dream
the sickroom, dark and reeking
of vomit and blood
of anticipation, not sorrow
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I thought it was a dream
the downcast faces, flat mouths
no one weeping, crying, mourning
but me
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I thought it was a dream
the woman who was so beautiful
she was ugly, jarring
taking me in her arms
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I thought it was a dream
her skin like ice
her words like daggers
You're mine now
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I thought it was a dream
the smile on her face
frozen, eerie, ethereal
But not for long
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I thought it was a dream
the tiny wax candle
the fire that followed
the heat that burned and raged for hours
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I thought it was a dream
the scream ripping from my chest
the cries of another girl, somewhere
Cinder! Where are you? Cinder!
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I thought it was a dream
a dream of fire and ice
a dream of death and life
a dream of despair and anguish
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I thought it was a dream
made-up, imaginary, gruesome
but as it turns out
it was a memory
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I thought it was a dream
because I was foolish enough, naive enough
to think it was too ghastly horrific
to be real
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I thought it was a dream
I thought it wasn't real
I thought it was a nightmare
I thought wrong
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I wish I hadn't