I had a bad dream last night;
my words choked me,
you know which ones, right?
there was no blood, no crying, no tears.
I was alone with them;
they scare me sometimes,
in syllables & phrases.
they were strewn on the bedroom floor,
everything looked pretty
the turquoise pillows,
yellow ceiling lights,
silver study lamp,
tidy book shelf
except these words
they were all over the place.
sad poems are sad for a reason.
you should've known better.