004: the day before yesterday

[justfabrications]

in these dreams, she writes with emotions
(not the twenty-six alphabets),
about a sentimentality
inexpressable.
they hold her down by the arms
on cold, metal tables and shine on her
lights warm enough to break through
any nightmare. but--

leather straps are much softer against
raw, raw skin and so she
falls deeper into the dream she doesn't want
to wake from. they're breathing.

--it's not a nightmare, she whispers
but nothing comes out other than
those unwritten emotions.

they're breathing nicotine all over her
body, and stand admiring
gray smoke and white skin.
in their eyes, these are colors of the
rainbow,
more beautiful than
sin.