abbygail

I dreamt I kept you in a cage and pulled desperately on your hair;
crazed to put my skin to yours but unable to put key to lock.
The air was heavy on my lips and I could feel my bones scream
as they became the bars of your cage.

I dreamt I ran barefoot through streets of broken glass and needles
Cradling with bloody arms, a baby girl.
She felt like strawberry cream on my sweaty skin
as she hid her murderous eyes in my hair.

I dreamt us in a porno, filmed in our neighbors house on 11th street
the one with the steeped roof that was built on a graveyard.
We were slick and ugly under bright florescent lights
as off-screen the director says this is your wedding night.

I dreamt there was a coffin made of glass inside my chest
barricaded behind a brick wall that lined my ribcage.
In the boys locker room strong hands tore through my shirt and skin
to reveal the architectural miracle housed under my heart.