NIGHTMARE

I miss the memory of your nails digging into the pockmarks of my skin
Afraid that if you lost grip, my arms could not wrestle you back.
Your breath on my face was enough to prove the ocean before us
But now I wish we had taken pictures by the pier before it got dark.
I saw you sneak behind a curtain, and tore it through the fog.
Between the sheets, you evaporated. Had my eyes been closed or open?
The echo of your voice stutters and deteriorates into white noise.
Your face distorts as time leaves puzzles for memory to recreate.
I hear your footsteps in the pitter-patter of invisible rain,
Sleep-heavy linen hold me like the brush of your bare skin.
I submerge myself in a collection of tepid hopes and fantasies,
my fingers still clutching in a deranged hope you’d be there.

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About Amy

Amy is a freelance writer and artist based in LA. Her hobbies include romanticizing her world, having too many moody thoughts, and wandering through neighborhoods she's never been in.
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