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I had a dream where you were cloaked, a ghost in indigo,

Red ribbon

-by helensink

I had a dream where you were cloaked,

I had a dream where you were cloaked, a ghost in indigo,

a crimson ribbon hangs around your waist,

a crimson ribbon hangs around your waist, some kind of blood snake,

it tightens and the room gets smaller

I'm locked up somewhere strange,

I'm locked up somewhere strange, tethered to the lunch table,

unable to move my eyes,

I try

I try to reach the indigo cloaks but they're drifting ocean waves,

your scraggly green braids

your scraggly green braids slip away like seaweed on a current

I know I have powers but I don't know why,

so I hold my breath

so I hold my breath and the table breaks in half,

there's a jagged Z down the middle

there's a jagged Z down the middle like a broken heart,

and for some reason, I hope there are no splinters.

The outline of where it used to be

The outline of where it used to be lingers in my eyes for a second,

did someone trace it onto my eyelids?

And then suddenly I'm leaving and the green hair ribbons

And then suddenly I'm leaving and the green hair ribbons look more like paint drops,

scattered carelessly on some distant horizon,

of some painting faded away by the sun.

I know that I have to rebel but I don't know how,

I look around to see a spiral staircase,

coiled like auburn curls

coiled like auburn curls as it twists into the sky,

I climb the steps and that's when everything changes,

my feet feel programmed,

robotic with each calculated arch

robotic with each calculated arch, playing up the stairs like a piano.

"Don't miss a note"

"Don't miss a note" I tell myself, as one foot strays from the rhythm.

But when I reach the top, I see your red ribbon.

It stains the handrail as obvious as blood would your pale skin

It stains the handrail as obvious as blood would your pale skin, I feel my fingers twist around it, unravelling a labrynth of things I wish I could remember.

Facts.

Facts. Names.

Facts. Names. Dates.

...

are printed on the missing person's poster

are printed on the missing person's poster that's been scrunched up and thrown away into the back of my mind.

I'm trying to find you.

I clamp the ribbon in my fist,

I clamp the ribbon in my fist, stamp it's redness onto me. And open a door that seems to be made of clouds.

Inside, everything is green, have I stepped into a leaf?

In the corner, I see you,

your face translucent like chlorophyll,

your cheeks somehow absorbing sun

your cheeks somehow absorbing sun as you crane your neck like a sunflower.

I hand you the red ribbon

I hand you the red ribbon but it turns to wax and melts onto my fingers.

-you smile

-you smile and then I know that I have found you-

This is kind of based on two dreams, with a bit of my own imagination added ☺ I'm one of those people who has really crazy dreams but since lockdown I've had a lot less for some reason .... Hope you enjoyed it, thank you for reading 💝💝🌻

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