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downstairs, dreaming
by Wolfgang Nibori
i’m not awake, but boy is SHE ever
there’s beige carpet leading the whole way down
it’s dark, i don’t feel so confident not
being able to see the whole picture, you know?
all i really know: beige bleeding down below
i mean genuine blood, thick and syrupy
or maybe that’s the movies? i have not seen blood pool
no interest, really, but SHE, she’s covered in the stuff
slick with it, making walking hard even on carpet, beige carpet
i know enough to stop her, to invent blockade quickly
nothing around helps, all furniture too heavy
now that brings to mind though, a bed frame, brass not polished
i feel bad doing this, yet i either die or whatever comes
when we don’t take care of problems at hand
so, chuck it straight down in her way
the whole bedframe sliding down the stairs
some sinister sled crashes into her and she’s pinned down
i assume i’m safe, then i’m awake
Inspiration: Things I cannot climb
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