Stream of Consciousness

Little star, you burn so weakly, an ember, flickering. The moon pulls on me, in my sleep, I start shaking, I can’t breath, my world starts shaking, I gasp for air, I fill with dread, I scream, and I gasp, I finally wake up, the moon hits me like a spotlight, blinding me, I reach over, and I feel you next to me, shaking, you’re still stuck, flickering, shaking, one last gasp, then the air comes in, your lips, blue to pink, the moon dims a little, we love you our little weak star, back to sleep we’ll try again.

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