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prompt: Time collapses

Dreaming of silence, broken.

Not with words or by human tongue

But birds.

Piercing melodies cut the air

And I spin to catch sight of the choir

Hidden away in dense green leaves.

Today I dreamt of teeth, mine.

Teeth – falling. Out.

I awoke, in my dreams,

To my screams –

Only to awake, in my dreams,

Again –

And again –

Six times over “awaking” to bloody emptiness gaping,

An unsightly mess,

A fear that holds me tight in its grasp.

The last words I heard before bedtime were

“You really should go to the dentist”

And my knowledge of the fact followed me as I slipped into slumber

To terrorise me with warnings I have yet to heed.

 

Anxiety, I do not like you

But I will survive you.

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