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the dream is not real




time swings an axe and suddenly

a wound inside a mouth heals to a sacred scar

tongue in box – ironic and defeated

“I’m in here!” she screams, “Let me out bitch!”

sacred scar says she talks too much

and something in the way a balloon can expand only to the point of bursting

something in that sudden transformation parallels

familiar nostalgia of inhaling and exhaling

the fingers agreed that her tongue had to go

it ruins


will ruin

the dream

this world is only built for dreams

one does not need a tongue to step into the light

and smile at the sun


About tanyas13sonnets

poet and dreamer
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