though rare,

it is your muffled breathing

that wakes me

it slips from the corners

of my room,

surrounding me and

slithering into my dreams

no salt

nor sage

nor ancient prayers

can keep it at bay…

your breath takes mine away

til i am choking

lungs bursting

eyes bulging

hands flailing

as if to throw off

an attacker felt –

but not seen

suddenly the oppression is gone

as if it never was

and absolute clarity is found

amongst the bruises

and the pain

that remain

as i recall

that you are not real –

not at all


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