FALLING

THE FOLLOWING WAS JUST A DREAM

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I was falling…

I had just finished serving dinner onto 3 small plates when he fell into me.  His face was blue and he had froth coming out of his mouth.  I had never seen his eyes so wide with fear.  They seemed to scream, “What did I just do?”

I still had the skillet in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other as I fell backwards.  His arms were wrapped around my waist as if he wanted me to save him.  I could hear my daughter scream as we continued falling together in slow motion.

The fall took forever.

I knew as we fell…

He had taken all the drugs I had combined into the empty Calcium bottle.  Only harmless drugs because I was collecting them to paint for a photo shoot but he didn’t know that.  They were harmless unless taken all together.  That is why I wrote DO NOT TAKE ANY OF THIS in magic marker on the side of the bottle.

When we finally hit the floor I rolled him off of me.  He handed me a piece of paper.  The paper said…

Let me go…

 

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4 thoughts on “FALLING

  1. Hello hasty, not read you in a long time i’m ashamed to say!

    It’s really because of you that my blogging has become a new experience..

    i’ve witnessed a similar dream, where the second pope, whom funny is the very same pope today, had a piece of paper given to him by the very first pope! (Stating that there is no god!) of course the language was not in english..

    Scary thought!

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  2. Also glad it was a dream – I know I’ve had those falling dreams, the kind where you fall and fall forever with no landing – falling or flying? It can be hard to tell and sometimes transforms. Another wow poem.

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