Rotten dreams stories

animorbid shelly | 22 | lesbian | scorpio
Autoplay OFF   •   a year ago
a poem about a prophetic dream i had a few years ago. needless to say, its warning came true.
i wrote this poem at a writer's retreat i was at this weekend!


She held my hand with a vice grip

Fingers interlaced with mine

As we walked through the ivy-covered gates of the garden

We were both seeking something

Stone walls stood firm and tall against the sky

Surrounding the stunning grove of trees before me

Trapping the sweet scent of flowers within

It seemed like every surface

From the rose petals to the rocks in the stream

Glowed golden beneath the light of the sun directly overhead

The warmth wrapped around me like my favorite wool coat

I looked at the trees with emerald leaves

And marvelled at the fruit that they bore

Each one was a different color

Countless hues and shades

Some of which my eyes had never seen

Each with unique markings

I couldn't help but smile to match the beaming face

Of the beautiful woman in sheer robes that approached us

"Welcome," she said, "to our garden

These trees are gifts from God to his children

Go, search the trees together

For if you find two fruits that are exactly the same

You two are meant to change each other's lives forever

Share your fruits, eat them together

So you can spend your lives in tandem"

So my companion and I got to searching

We walked along the soft grass with bare feet

Hand in hand

Longing for a match

I knew she was meant to change my life

She had already saved me once

Hours flew by us

The sun never leaving her post

As we went through the whole garden

With a fine-toothed comb

Finally, finally

We found our twins

We each held one in our hands

Turning them over

Double and triple checking the cream-colored freckles

That stood stark against their deep azure surfaces

They were perfectly identical

I pressed the velvety skin to my nose

And breathed in its sweet candy scent

The aroma made my head swim

This was it

I eagerly bit into it

Letting its juice fill my mouth and coat my tongue

It was sweet

Too sweet

Then horribly, repulsively bitter

My body heaved and I spit it out onto the grass

Nose crumpled and gagging


The inside

Was black and sickly brown

Dripping like a sick child's nose

The fruit was rotting at its core

I still cannot get that taste off my tongue

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