her dreams had been so vivid lately, full of mystery
so she walked in her best heels across the floor of her room,
up the opposite wall, across the ceiling, and down again
and again and again, until she felt like herself.
she smoked cigarettes for the first time and then felt
unbelievably sad because she became addicted and her
best friend was going to kill her for it. the very same best
friend whose dad smoked every sleepover out on the porch
in the early hours of the morning, the porch we weren't
allowed to be on while he was there.
she was stalked slowly by a giant black panther, whom
no one else in the store seemed to notice until it was
too late and she came face to face with it's hardened eyes.
the dreams weighed her down, and when she woke up
she felt them leaving her body slowly like a leeching
poison that could never fully disappear, the dregs
weighing her down in her shoulders, the arches of her
feet, the edges of her ears, and in her skull just behind
the middle of her forehead where her eyebrows meet.