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Carry Me AwayCarry me away to that long ago land
That land where we laughed and played
Where I knew you and you knew me
But we never set eyes on one another
We never heard each other's voice
We never had anything that reminded us of the other
We just knew
Knew it all
We were the best of friends
Yet we still didn't know one another
And still we knew each other completely
The master comes and calls our names
We don't hear
Master comes and calls again
This time only a single name
Is one of us
Master calls the single name
The single word
One of us rises from our dark little corner
And throws themselves away from the darkness
Chasing after the words of the master
Going off to respond to his constant calls
Leaving the other one behind
Behind solid bars of a cold and dark as ever
The friend is long since gone
The abandoned sees no difference
For they never set eyes on their friend
So how could they know that their beloved friend
Tell Me A StoryShe looks up at the man in front of her, with tired eyes, and gives a genuine, yet weak smile. "Tell me a story," she says. "Sing me to sleep," she begs. "Take me away," she demands.
The man doesn't respond, doesn't move, doesn't breath. Yet after a minute of pure silence, the clock starts ticking again, and he returns her smile. "Ok," he says. "A story, that will be called a song," he explains. "A song of a story, that no one has ever heard," he claims.
The night was filled with darkness, the long grass a seeming blue in the moonlight, swaying in unison, mimicking the rolling waves of the ocean. There's a small sapling in the center of the sea of grass. The sapling grows in a bed of toxic sludge, the sludge reflecting the shape of the moon in its black depths. The moon takes on the shape of something unknown in this black sludge.
Footsteps are heard, the grass c
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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