Lucid

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everything was buzzing with silence

when he

mummified her

in sterile sheets

the ones with the daisies

 

delicate

pinks and purples

his grandmother’s

 

she was lucid

so, so

lucid

she left and his words

rose quietly to her surface

so proudly

 

he knocked the lamp

the one on his side

of the bed

it crashed to the floor like an

amateur marching band

 

she lit up those flowers

like a hundred tiny stars

she sparkled with truth

like the fourth of july

 

he held his own head

like a bowling ball now

he ran to the closet and

locked himself inside

while their

bedroom lit up

like a smoke bomb

 

she freed herself and

blew a kiss towards the closet

good luck

she stepped over the lamp wreckage

closed the door, left him inside