Fever Dreams
I was three stories
high, soaring
on floral print clouds covered by a downy
veil. Her emerald eyes stalking, she sat
alongside, feet dangling in the ethereal
pool of air like a child in summer,
those burning gems- a thunderous
tremble shook this heavenly hammock, a cushioned
quake, but arm swung overboard, heavy
like an anchor it deposed me, reluctantly
plummeting, a raindrop toward flame I
found myself
on the floor, cool linoleum chilled my cheek,
the chime of a cell phone beckoned arms to float
upward. Her slender fingers blanketed my hand,
lukewarm cheek against my heaving chest, weight
like an anvil, I forgot to breathe then couldn’t, her suffocating
eyes strangling me. Another tremor ripped through the taupe
tiled bed, now exhaling heat, glowing flames rising
on the walls as I
woke up on rustic
floral patterns, my brow soaked and ablaze,
body shivering. Multi-coloured glow of Christmas
lights in January and internal inferno clouding
my perception. Missing those emerald
eyes incessantly haunting, only
in fever dreams.



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