DREAM SUMMER

DREAM SUMMER

A Poem by Matilda Ann

It took us a long time to get to where we needed to go. The heat coming off the road cut us to pieces and we kept tripping over the bits of ourselves we left behind on the hot asphalt. There were people in the trees on the sides of the street and they made noises during the night that kept us awake, and if we fell asleep on all the dead leaves the humming of the rusty engines in our minds kept us dreaming of cars and trucks and planes all moving ahead, leaving us behind. Sometimes, the people in the trees sang us to sleep and brought us the pieces of ourselves we left behind, but we kept to the road anyway, and the heat kept cutting us up and scattering us on the dead leaves we called a bed.


One day we found a rabbit in a hole it built for itself, and we all held it in our hands while it trembled and we thought of all the holes we could build ourselves if we let ourselves slow down. Its little heart beat in time to the humming of the engines in our minds and I knew we could never stop, we could never slow down, we could never build ourselves holes in the wet soil and let the roots of the trees and the people take our bodies. I was afraid of bugs anyway.


It was a trek with no end; we all knew there was nothing where the road stopped and the real world began. The trees were either side of us and the dead leaves were stuck in our hair and we were everywhere, everywhere, all over the road. The rusty engines in our minds kept running cars over ourselves, and really, what did we think we could find? We left ourselves behind in the dream summer. There was nothing left.

© 2016 Matilda Ann


Author's Note

Matilda Ann
wrote this for the school magazine last year, but i still like it. i found the prompt at http://nosebleedclub.tumblr.com/

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Added on May 2, 2016
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Tags: summer, gothic, travel, macabre

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Matilda Ann
Matilda Ann

Melbourne, Australia



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I'm an Australian teen living entirely off music and the stories in my mind. I hope to one day publish a few of them as novel series, and to turn the rest into movies. I'm very passionate about story .. more..

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