She walked past
trailing skulls and the petals
of defunct roses
I felt her footsteps in my eyes
on my spine
and over my shoulder
The world moved beneath me
like diamonds on thunder
grinding into new continents
And I woke
and woke again
and woke once more
Still, she was there
What dream,
I thought,
stays here
when waking
will not wake me
and reality
will not come forth
And so I turned
and walked away
because I knew
that this was
what was
to be.
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