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My Dream Last Night

I dreamt of a

beast last night,

a beast that had

fallen in love with

me,

a beast that terrorized

the town until I

loved him back.

I reluctantly put

my hand in his,

and maybe I loved

everyone else

more than myself,

or maybe deep

down I longed

for the fiery passion

of the beast,

because love is

suppose to hurt,

right?

 

 

That Quiet Buzz

That sound of all

the things existing,

like the robotic hum

and clunk of the

dryer I use to listen to.

 

But no,

its not really like

listening.

It melts into me

until I don’t

need to  hear it.

And when the sudden

silence jerks me,

I’m left wondering

what feels

so empty.