talking and dreaming in my sleep again
of peter pan and the lost boys,
my childhood sugarcoated at its edges --
the confetti pink dreams as a girl
lovely as almonds, sweet as marzipan --

scattering my thoughts all across
the floor like toys with Nana watching
over us and catching fairies
in the garden -- their glow only a trick
of the light and their flight lost in the roses.

and i close my eyes
and catch my dreams in claws
that sting me and my monsters;
time does not heal all
and you fall like litter all over me
when Jude is singing.

and i catch my breath
waiting for the next tragedy; thinking
it all started when Scrumpy died
with her tongue lolling, and that cloud
swelling in her stomach: the ache in her eyes when it blowed up her belly in pain.

and i cannot resurrect her
and there i see my mum's eyes dull
with chemical pain and i
couldn't wash it away --

i feel stained, the mattress
of a bed wetter and bad dreamer --
and the blame and what i did wrong
and the shame when Alice couldn't hold her tears.
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Hello all :)I have begun my next anthology of poetry, I am not yet sure of its direction (in terms of style, topic, etc.) but hopefully that will develop over time.Here it is: https://www.wattpad.c...
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