Dreaming

a dragging sensation
pulling
clutching my ankles

random voices calling
laughing
whispering my name

a dog barking
hollow
echoing through me

am I awake?
lucid?
or dreaming still?

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© Dawn Whitehand 2015

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The End

imminent death
I know the hour
the exact minute

nervously anticipating
my heart pounds

awaiting

the final gasp of breathe
the final glimpse of colour
the final touch of you

Dawn Whitehand conte on paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015