Waking Up Asleep
Rebecca, 23

I have always had a need to be more, which ironically often translates into becoming less.
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outofherhead:

In the black of night
I felt you come to me.
a vision of lace
and vein tapestry.
bewitching and beguiling
you entered me,
through my mouth
into my brain,
and then came out of me.
a ghostly aberration
a silky smooth, transparency,
of the woman I once
loved, so desperately. 

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