Title: Dreaming of Him
by Jessie from Essex | in writing, fiction
He led her along the corridor; light exploding like burst kaleidoscopes.
It was an ordinary scene; the pale beige paint peeling off the walls, the vending machine vacant as ever. But her heart was calling out for him-
-And his arm responded, pulling her close to him. She breathed him in, the musk of his shirt, his body her shadow. She turned to him, seeing into those stormy grey eyes.
He dared her: to follow him. Her mind protested, her conscience doubting her entity. But heart won over head, and she met him in embrace, her eyes drinking him in.
-It was something she had forgotten, something long overdue. A kiss.
Her heart was beating, hardly daring to breathe-
But as her lips brushed his, he seemed to fall through her fingers, fading into the distorted blur, a ghost beyond the grave.
Gone. She could only glance back, as words rewoke from their coffins and dragged her back to reality.
I went to a creative writing course over the summer. This is a poem inspired by an incredibly vivid dream I had when I came back.
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