The Echoes of a Dream
TW: Depression, SI and attempt.
Deep within the realm of my slumber
Where the outside world cannot touch me,
I hear him call my name.
His voice is kind, soft.
It brushes against my skin
With tender lips.
The sound resounding from these lips
Transports me to the furthest of worlds
-in this realm of my slumber.
Kingdoms of fantasy envelop my skin.
Cocooning my body in a silken hammock
Breathing life’s sacred breath into me.
With his call; angelic and soft.
Speak to me again, say my name!
Who is this man
the one without a name?
What title would suit such a man?
A man whose lips are coarse
and demanding,
yet soft
Lips that burn with
unquenchable desire?
Why is it when I rise from slumber
His face
his voice
his tongue lingers haunting me.
Hours pass
since the dream has ended.
Lying in my chambers
I still feel his essence
upon my skin.
I’d awaken with the sense his hand
was still in mine
flesh to flesh.
Skin to skin.
Something would linger
Something I dare not name.
It’s like a ghostly echo of a dream in the room.
One night I dared to shut him out
But the feeling when I woke,
The empty
loneliness
clinging to my skin
Left me cold
and fevered.
Distressed with lack of rest
I cast out the day.
Where this time it was his name that spilled from my lips
And words of apologies
and tears poured like a surging sea
that stormed and churned within me.
His hand clasped mine and he smiled,
“Stay with me”
How could I deny him
a man whose words were soft enough for me to leave everything behind
and relish in the sins of my vice?
My lips mimicked his whispers,
stitching his language
with life.
They painted my skin,
Mixed their tincture in my blood,
and branded his name onto my heart.
I am an addict of this ecstasy -I cannot lose him!
Waxy tears rest against my skin of my palm.
Beside my post is an empty bottle with an X-ed out name.
I swallow the bitter tears
and down the rabbit hole I tumble
to join my mad hatter within the realm
in which I slumber.
About the Creator
Rae Janney
A Behavioral Neuroscience major with a passion for writing. My predominant writing style is surreal poetry, and most of my pieces touch upon mental health- TW included. My goal with my writing to end the stigma of mental illness.
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I think you’re really getting me to like surreal poetry, I love the length of this one. It was enough to quench my thirst the more I kept reading.