Light scatters, your face, lined with light and shadow, a balance of dream and wake.
I told you of my nightmare, the cat screaming in an overflowing pot, backburner, covered
to muffle the horror. That was the last time I saw you, tears connecting your lashes, your eyes
my mirror. I shake and you hold me. I yearn for a lullaby so that my dreams are filled with the
vibration of your song, even if the words blend with the stains on the ceiling, take shape in
imaginary clouds.
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