osmosis

maybe if I swallow hard enough

I can digest the ghosts of dreams.

unlived.

unlit.

uncolored.

formed in black and white

as a silent film

reel at the midnight showing.

I can’t hear it.

the mouths’ moving but

I don’t know what’s been said.

I can only watch,

like a car crash,

and can’t look away.

though it will scary me every day

as I replay it

over

and

over.

dreams of dreams

I can’t seem

to sleep off

or osmose.

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