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# Bedtime Stories
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- Published: 2023-02-07T00:33:14.000Z
- Updated: 2026-06-03T18:45:33.000Z
- Author: Staff
- Tags: Poetry, #Import 2026-08-03 09:59

by Cara Lee

***upside down dreams of alien lands***

aliens run fierce across the land  
of pale areolas blowing steam  
filled with the screams of generations of men who have tried  
to silence the witches  
that now sail away  
into sunsets and daydream lovers tossing and turning  
smashing bottles against each other red octobers and honey weiss  
call me honey  
call me sweetie  
call me baby  
and i’ll show you how tears are made somewhere between pain and joy  
of losing another grain  
of that awful brain  
setting right to wrong  
until the jazz cools  
and the bladders are emptied  
and we can all go to sleep  
in beds warmed by our own reflections

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***drinking yourself to sleep***

you rolled off the bed  
and i forgot to catch you  
seem to always be forgetting  
but remembering to pop open  
another beer  
throwing the caps like confetti  
until drowning in my celebration  
as you still lay on the floor  
pretending to recover  
as the bitch finds more covers  
to keep her heart warm  
when your heart could’ve done the trick instead she burps alone  
picking at her face  
layer by layer  
searching for the one  
that will be beautiful  
peeling scabs like oranges  
the raw stinging flesh of ego  
endless until all that’s left  
is skull and bone and beer belly

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***dreams etched out in black***

somewhere among these words seemed to have forgotten it somewhere between my breasts and dried out fingertips

rubbed raw and red  
breaking off more skin  
as i caress black ink  
into scorching wounds grasping at straws and stories writing lines up nostrils across the bodies of lovers and empty trash cans  
filled with forgotten condoms and memories  
unprotected hearts that forgot to read the label  
perhaps if we did  
we wouldn’t have left  
the moral of this story  
behind and woken up  
still dreaming