“DEAR GOD: SPARE ME THE SAME OLD NIGHTMARES”

It’s the same old, blood-thick dreams
creeping and crawling in my sleep
violent and deep
pushing me down under
somewhere in this bottomless black hole
lost in the dark abyss

A punch in my mouth
teeth shattered, off my gums
acid blood in my tongue
too scared to let my lips part
spitting them out
white kernels in a pool of blood

Dear God,
Spare me the same old nightmares
I just want that wisdom tooth taken out
not the whole batch…

R.

(Jakarta, 15/3/2017 – 6:00 am)

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