her dream.

she sees what she dreams but never achieves.  waxy clouds of depression pulling her through loopholes like a needle in a haystack.  she had found it once but it was torn away with plastic coated wires that curled up like bouncy hair.  she sat under her seafoam blanket and read lyrics stuck to the ceiling with the same tape that kept her from falling apart.  Until now.  She returned to the place with the black seeping into her ears like parasites entering the space behind her eyes.  The eyes that saw nothing but manifestations of what she could be; what she wanted to be.  They played like a film projector with a tape loop running over and over, just to taunt her.  was it what she wanted?  of course, but it never would.  Flat concrete and 3 years stood in her way.  The plastic-coated wires kept her insanely close to her dream.  The larger version of buzzing noises in the back fields took it away in the first place.  And she was willing to jump in the haystack to get it back.


elyse 5.31.99

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