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Wake UpWake Up.
Don't speak too loud love, but wake up.
Everyone is sleeping.
Come on love, open your eyes. Wider, wider love, your still sleeping.
Now don't shout, don't yell, don't even speak love, just wake up.
You're still sleeping.
Are you even listening to me? Did you stop? Did you even start?
Don't you want to wake up?
Why are you sleeping?
Please? I'm asking for help. I need your help. I do.
I need you to wake up.
Why Are You Sleeping?
Is this good for you love? Are you feeling okay?
Are you alright with this?
Do you think you're awake?
You're dreaming still.
What are you dreaming?
Stop brushing this off, you all brush it off.
Don't do that.
Don't roll over, don't let them win.
They are watching.
They are lying to you.
"Stay Awake" they say, as they put you to bed.
Why are you listening to them love, listen to me.
Why are you sleeping?
You open your eyes, you look at me, love you see me.
What do I look like?
The Union of DeathIt was night time then, as it will always be when the day is over. Laying still on his back Alrec stared at the fabric canopy that hung above his head on the top of her bed. She wasn't there yet. He gave an uncomfortable grunt as he shifted on the mattress, the muscles in his lower back twitching in pain from his days activities. The door opened and a sliver of light cut across the room from the hallway. Then there was the click of finality as the door was shut and then latched. It was dark again. He didn't turn his head away from the canopy as he waited for her to adjust to the dark and come over to bed. It was the waiting when she was so close that bothered him, and he had to curl his fingers into the duvet cover he was laying on to stop from looking at her. Finally she eased his mental distress and came over, climbing quietly onto the bed beside him, laying on her back. Their shoulders brushed and he rotated his right hand, resting the back of it against the bed. Her left hand came
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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