Kate LaDew 10/12

I dream that I’m falling

and I wait for the ground to rise against me
it’s the first dream I’ve had since I stopped drinking
I’m afraid it might happen every night
and those shot glasses I’ve stored on the top shelf
are shiny with dust
they glitter like diamonds

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