"DEAR GOD: Spare Me The Same Old Nightmares" in "RESTLESS: POETICALLY-SPEAKING"
- March 23, 2017, 3:22 p.m.
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It’s the same old, blood-thick dreams
creeping and crawling in my sleep
violent and deep
pushing me down under
somewhere in this bottomless black hole
lost in the dark abyss
A punch in my mouth
teeth shattered, off my gums
acid blood in my tongue
too scared to let my lips part
spitting them out
white kernels in a pool of blood
Dear God,
Spare me the same old nightmares
I just want that wisdom tooth taken out
not the whole batch…
**R.
(Jakarta, 15/3/2017 - 6:00 am)
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