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Writing effortlessly and I faint
first thought was dreamscape 
I can recall every single detail
To the T. 

Twelve fenestra foggy glass, 
a paining of a woman, Egyptian,
classy loft style apartment,
with a fountain in the center, 
tree growing up and through the ceiling,
at its base a pool for a fountain raining above,
this is the only light source, an azure blue,
light pulsing on the fountain edges, 
I don't scare easy, 
surrounded by coyotes I ran at them,
Only two things have made me feel this way,
I was in a shark cage and a great white appeared,
baleful aura, best description,
And here when a doppelgänger pops out playfully
Giggling, sinister, fancy scarlet dress, lithe to body
Like if I chose a life and became a model,
For the dream lovers, here is the interesting part…
At the time I am writing hardcore macabre,
taboo dark stuff, it had obsidian eyes,
kicker — it had silver eye-shine, 
That’s how I knew the fountain was the light source
Was it moved the shine in her eyeballs
My first thought was that’s too detailed….
For a dream… Followed by.. that’s too coherent 
A thought for a dream…. I was in the shark cage 
And I turned to run… Everything mirrors
Perfectly 
I mean perfectly 
What was left is now right with excruciating detail
Except now she has a knife, the fountain is red
And pulsing one second intervals, she blows a kiss
I wake up shaking like a leaf, and she is there 
In my home just staring at me…
Doesn’t move.. She did this for 24+hrs…
I remain calm-ish and I stare back, I stayed in my seat
Dozed off and she was gone, but her eyes weren’t 
They were in every sliver of cabinets slowly opening 
Under every door
And a new term I learn… Sweet nothing
Just murmurs and whispers of… Horrible things
And last day she tried to kill me…
I am very… aggressive… I ripped her throat 
With my teeth… she had a look of surprise 
It was weird I then woke up again puking tar
And in the mirror was her laughing
I suffered thoughts of cannibalism and necromantic
Four weeks after…
I have been writing about rainbows and flowers
Ever since that day — and I always will
If you ask me what is was…
I will tell you without hesitation and I don’t know why
It was older and darker than demon
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