dreamblood

I don't know. I thought it was through the silk darkness that I saw your dreams. They were mine once too you know, sailing through shadows, and floating through the effortless alone. Not once, but twice... or was it forever that I held them bleeding in my arms, their gaping wounds sobbing emptiness into my lap. Nothing mattered then, only whispers like tearing: warm sticky flesh from smooth white bone gleaming. I can tell you what you do. You do what I did too. You squeeze only tighter, oozing thick black nothing onto your floor. Whisper. Blood. Whisper. Emptiness. Whisper. Alone. This is always and only where your dreams will take you.