::03:18:09::

::: A Dream - December 28, 2008 1:00PM :::

I cut a perfect square in my arm last night,
To peel back the skin in an attempt
To practice surgery.
I asked for your advice, but you weren't in
The gym…
He needs my help,
And I can save him from
the one yielding a gun,
sparkling in the rain like
a hardened diamond
that decorates,
distracting the eyes from
anything beyond.
I stole his car, I know,
But we were afraid…
That dying was more painful
Than living…
You would have too.

Written by: ~ Jeremiah D. Reeves