i have alternate dreams of tsunami style waves that i somehow survive by either eluding them in a pharmacy with automatic doors or by holding my breath once the board has left me, thoroughly shaken but still alive.
the other being of the "held down," sleep paralysis variety, the worst a recent sting ray suffocation that turned into my best friend kneeing me in the back as i struggled for breath, feeling every sharp puncture into my spinal region, knowing that crying out means no repair in dreamland.
"prey for rain
lose your name
and watch all your dreams fall through"
i'm back for 2018.. couldn't bring myself to acknowledge the 17.