In my dreams

In my dreams

the flowers leapt

off my blankets.

In my dreams

breath turned to

wisps of smoke.

The glass in

my mirror melted.

My radio spouted

hot, flowing music

almost like lava.

My closet doors

fell onto grass

and my doorknob

cried over some

cold spilled milk.

I stepped onto

shards of glass.

My heart fell

through the heavens.

In my dreams.

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