The Dreamer

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Sleep came to her slowly and gracefully, but felt painful and loud

In a dream she trudged through damp grass

Toward the edge of a dock

Morning birds screeched

The hound wailed

The dreamer did not respond

But her bones did quiver

She swayed back and forth until she was falling

Slowly, slowly

At last she collided with the pond

Water pierced itself into her every pore

It ran through her lungs and cradled her veins

Darkness dripped onto the pale blue

Light flickered in and out from the mourning sun above

Shadowed hands reached from the sand and grabbed onto her legs

More rose from the bottom of the lake and gripped her bones

They clawed at her face and pulled at her hair

Water filled her every sense and chilled her mind

She was sinking

Further, further

The shadows pulled her down into their world

They held her and suffocated her with their faceless bodies

They drank from her skin

They inhaled her breath

They broke her apart

Piece by piece

Until there was nothing left.

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