Lastnight i dreamt of her for the first time.
Her face a ghost
a sheen
a filter
a veil.
She's invading my dreams as well as my waking thoughts
...she makes me sick with myself.
Makes me pull at my flab
tear at my face...
the comic ghoul that it is.
I think it was raining
I had a turtle shell of jewels but i was lain on my back, trying, struggling to flip over and show the world my colour... my worth...
She stood over me, smiling
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