Dream
I dreamt that you crashed your car
And, with blood in your teeth
You told me you where fine
While I beg
I beg
You to go to the hospital because
You where so pale,
I could see your bones poking out
From your skin
But you told me "I have so much to do, I can't right now"
And you picked up the groceries
And went to work
While I cried and called for help
While your skin rotted
And your hair was mattered with brain
I watched you say, with decay on your lips
"I'm okay"
Like how I watch
you say it now
With tired eyes
Copyright © Jay Yeats | Year Posted 2020
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