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fracture

nose to nose
I can feel your 
breath
you're almost
too close to
reality

I try to scream
I can't find my 
voice
if this is real
it's not right
it's insanity

am I awake
or even alive
I search for 
clues
in my files
for some clarity

the more I seek 
just to flesh you out 
the deeper you dive 
shaping
arcs in
zero gravity

you are the ghost
that runs 
my machine
I can't run
I can't hide
you're inside of me

Rene ~ 2013

This poem is about that half asleep/ half awake dream state that I sometimes have.
It freaks me out royally.
I remember having it ( during a stressful time) for about a week.
I would have these vivid dreams of an old woman with no mouth pulling me out of my bed.
The dreams were so real and terrifying that I was afraid to go to sleep.

This was for 100 Word Song at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog.
The song pick this week is Poor Places by Wilco and is hosted by Didi @seablackwithink
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  1. LanceOctober 14, 2013 at 3:17 PM

    I love "you are the ghost that runs my machine".

    I wrote that to my wife once and it freaked her out,,,,lol.

    Really, this was evocative. Thank you.

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  2. Indigo RothOctober 17, 2013 at 11:56 AM

    Rene, yes, that last verse. Do any of us know our ghosts? Indigo x

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  3. NatašekOctober 21, 2013 at 2:00 AM

    I like how you end it. And yes, the state between being half awake and half asleep is the best :)

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  4. annell4October 21, 2013 at 9:12 AM

    Wow, this is amazing...but....I think I know that old woman, she follows me everywhere, she gets in every picture that is taken of me...who is she and what does she want? Perhaps she is the image of death....

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  5. gautami tripathyOctober 21, 2013 at 11:43 AM

    Your nightmare made you write something beautiful like this...nat bad, eh?!!

    Stay well...

    balance it out

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