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I dreamt of you last night.
You came to me on a sea of tears,
with salted lips and rusted hair.
Your eyes pleaded with me from sunken sockets.
So I built you a castle in the sand.
A fortress in which to hide and gain shelter
from the elements that had eroded away your skin;
exposing the pearl white bone,
poking out from behind mottled flesh.
I watched you from outside the haze
that had suddenly surrounded you.
Like a filmy gauze clinging to your flimzy frame.
Then you looked up and smiled at me.
I almost had to shudder, when I saw
your cracked lips pulled tightly over
blackened rotted teeth.
It brought me back to the day we first met,
and how when I saw you smile
I knew I'd love you forever.
I became nausiated and awoke with a jolt,
drenched in sweat and tasting blood.
That's when I decided that it's time to end this nightmare.
It's over between us, so I won't
be stopping by to see you anymore.
You'll have to find someone else to put flowers on your grave,
and someone else's dreams to haunt.