Monday, October 10, 2011

The Dream…


I knew it in my heart. It was a cold sweat, wake up in tears kind of dream from the start. There was a big gaping hole, something was missing or something was stolen. All that was left was a dead dull ache; remnants of a death I could not fake. And the question I could not shake was, what was I grieving? Even when I awoke, heart-pounding, I felt as though it would still not end. I tried to dismiss it, but deep down inside, I knew, things would never be the same again.

© Krystal Celeste

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