When we fall asleep
We dream of being hunted
We are running
Gasping for breath
Each inhalation like a blade
In the chest
We cannot find a rhythm
Our feet are bare
The grass is wet
It tickles our toes
In the daylight they will be stained
And green
We do not know what is chasing us
But we know we are scared
We awake with a gasp
Just before the ending
Perhaps it is a wolf
She mutters
Quietly
But we are not wearing red
And the wolf hunted
Another girl
Perhaps we are hunting ourselves
I think
Trying to find a solution
Working out all the pain and worries
As we run
Scrolling through thoughts
Finding our feelings
Ones we do not show
In the daytime
So we are both hunted and hunter
The sun lifts
We lie awake but tired
How we wish to dream of
Stars and butterflies
We will she says
Tenderly
If we think hard enough
They will come.
Scary dreams. I like the lines about being both hunted and hunter.......may your next dreams be full of stars and butterflies!
ReplyDeleteOh, I have faith the butterflies and stars will come. It is nice to read you, Jae. I just came looking for some of my old friends. Be well.
ReplyDeleteI think in dreams we are always really both. Though it doesn't often feel like it.
ReplyDeleteThat would be scary. I hardly ever dream, never of being hunted. Perhaps in my writing, yes.
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Luv this bit if humour in the middle of the intrigue
ReplyDelete"Perhaps it is a wolf
She mutters
Quietly
But we are not wearing red"
Much💚love
I sometimes dream of being lost, but never of being hunted....thank heaven!
ReplyDeleteWishing you the dreamiest of wonderful dreams ...........
ReplyDeleteYou always amaze me with your lovely train of thought... just gorgeous writing
ReplyDeleteAs we run
Scrolling through thoughts
How we wish to dream of
Stars and butterflies
We will she says
Wishing your next dream is butterflies and stars and sweet rest.
ReplyDeletei like the line "perhaps it is a wolf" - great image.
ReplyDeleteHow well you write your poety Jae that mixes dreaming with reality so when you awake you are never suremif it is true or not.
ReplyDeleteI have woken so many times from that kind of dream, Jae, and identify with the lines:
ReplyDelete‘Gasping for breath
Each inhalation like a blade
In the chest
We cannot find a rhythm’.
I love the naivety of Alice thinking it couldn’t be the wolf because it hunted another girl, and they are not wearing red.