Wishy Washy

It's raining fears

and we all stand

in different puddles.

Me, I drown in the sounds

of my own nightmares

and wake up in cold sweats

wondering how I got there.

They scream and scratch

like out-of-tune violins

and I'm starving for silence bare...

...the noiseless air

that relaxes the ocean into a standstill,

as the waves subdue into watery whispers;

how I wish the elixir would come

and wash me of these

blistering dreams.

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