lucid

her dreams had been so vivid lately, full of mystery

so she walked in her best heels across the floor of her room,

up the opposite wall, across the ceiling, and down again

and again and again, until she felt like herself.

she smoked cigarettes for the first time and then felt

unbelievably sad because she became addicted and her

best friend was going to kill her for it. the very same best

friend whose dad smoked every sleepover out on the porch

in the early hours of the morning, the porch we weren't

allowed to be on while he was there.

she was stalked slowly by a giant black panther, whom

no one else in the store seemed to notice until it was

too late and she came face to face with it's hardened eyes.

the dreams weighed her down, and when she woke up

she felt them leaving her body slowly like a leeching

poison that could never fully disappear, the dregs

weighing her down in her shoulders, the arches of her

feet, the edges of her ears, and in her skull just behind

the middle of her forehead where her eyebrows meet.