New Friends

A Poem by scarlynn

Twenty four hour nightmare

shelves stocked with "repressed memory"

by date

I should know by now.

Reverse expiration,

some sort of implosion I can't

predict enough to save in my

calendar with holes built in.

When the sun rose I

had nothing but lost sonnets in my eyes,

I had nothing to give him who

I dreamt of statically,

white noise crackling and

translating into my own words for the day.

© 2015 scarlynn

Author's Note

I didn't have an exam on wednesday and I wanted the week to go by faster, so I went to sleep at 5 am on wednesday and every time I woke up, I'd take another sleeping pill to send myself back to sleep, not waking up until 11 am on thursday. The entire time I slept, I had one continuous nightmare.