in tired dreamscape of cults and monsters
a woman lives on farmstead nowhere
in tired dreamscape of fire and horror
we followed the river to farmstead somewhere
to hallucinogenic hypnopompic nightmare
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pulled from subconscious i fear
what the unconscious for me stores
as i pick apart unlived nightmares
for answers to questions i never asked for
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Thank you for being here, thank you for reading.
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Have sweeter dreams than I.
About the Creator
Chaia Levi
like if Nabokov had a brain injury
artist, writer, photographer. focus on horror and nature. all original content, all made myself — no AI.
bluesky, tiktok, tumblr: @chaialevi
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