Sometimes, I dream about falling into bad habits and the aftermath. Sometimes, I wake up as if it were a happy dream. I'm not sure why that is. Maybe I'll look more into it one day. Here's a short piece based on a dream I had a long time ago.
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Tear me from these dreams of pills,
Of bubbling skin, of flesh pulling from nerve and bone.
Bring me back to the land of the living.
For a blissful moment,
Let me live in serenity
Before I remember
The bottle on my nightstand
And the IV needle in my hand.














