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i awaken with a dream still fresh in mind
a church and an old high-school teacher?
to the church i was brought to in the past
they tried to purify me
none of what they tried worked
its been years since ive torn away from their grasp
but it seems my subconscious has its remains

usually dreams like this warn me of whats ahead
the odd thing is
i went there willingly, looking for privacy
it was the closest thing around my head in the dream
but out of all the places ive been
why was that one i was to go?

my art teacher whom i was close to greets me
he scowls a student stuck in a room
saying threats he'd never udder
maybe the pressure of the church drove him to
i could never blame him for such
he shows me to the mens room and chants with his class

"you can never expect power to be handed to u, it must be ripped from their grasp, as bloody it may be, it is worth to keep ur own"

i awaken as i enter the mens room
what an odd dream

i have strong senses on what most of it means
but why a church? thus still confuses me
i notice a sting on my pinkie as i go on through my day
nothing in my room could cause such
for its the safest place for me besides next to my lover
betrail from a friend in the room?
but nothing i can think of could even entice them to do so

i try to distract myself from the sting as i read my books
anticipating dinner with my auntie
she planned to meet at sunset
without any hint twords the food
in my mind i try to guess what it could be
a passing citizen?
perhaps a wealthy man.
a broken soul looking for aliviation?
i can hardly focus on my reading as i get more hungry
oh can sunset come any slower?

my lover stays slumbered
his work starts around the time ill be out
maybe ill humor and tease him as i describe the taste of my food
making him lose focus with a smile from a watering mouth

i wonder what he could be dreaming of
if hes lucky enough to catch one this day

for now ill get ready for dinner
though it is early

day goes and i awaken
chill dark room

i tend to my room
adding more trash to the walls and ceiling
i think of my lover and our visit
oh i miss him so

a week together was not fulfilling enough for either of us
torn away from each other
oh so much blood and tears
our hearts stitches torn as we part
we settle back to our regular communication
pure brain
we listen to each others thoughts throughout the day
talking to each other about little details

we are truly one
its been 4 days since ive seen him
though the wounds dont sting as badly, they still lay
gapping open with hardly any care
despite as much as i try to heal them
without him, there will always be a wounded void there

oh how i miss his lips
mine stay dry without him
dry
cracked
bloody
burned
i try to replace the feeling of his kisses with a pipe
hardly any effect
besides the loops it leaves in my brain
to which confuses and humors my lover as he listens to my thoughts

i need to be in his arms soon again
we plan for the night the dead gathers
he will be here in my arms that week
our hearts can sew themselves together once more
whole again we can feel
days going by as we stare into each others eyes
and share warmth in arms
loneliness no more
i truly go hungry without him

but even after
he will have go to back home
take care of his sister and grandmother
make more money to support them
even if he stayed he would burn
im used to nights being warm and mornings almost killing me as i fall sleep
he has no tolerance to such
his world was perfectly cold
i hope the week of the dead is cold enough for him here

my dearest dominic we will no longer have to do such migration soon
soon i will join u in ure world and we can live under one roof
we will live our dreams and dance every night in the air together

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Cadrewolf2
03:32 May 14 2025

amazing

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