shedding-- edit 1

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I enjoyed this, it captures something familiar that is hard to express. Its kinda sad also. This whole poem felt like a deep blue 2 me. thanks for sharing ^^

edit 1 thanks Danny, Helsopian, billy

Unforgiving moments of oublie im with billy in google camp, but I am also digging this word
rip corners off my sense of self
and paper-like they glide away. I like how paper here also relates to the ripping

Chalk in hand, I remember
a student can play teacher, so feel
for my bouncing pigtails,
not recalling when I switched
hard plastic chairs for plush. This stanza dosnt entirely make sense to me, but dreams don't make sense so I think that is good lol The last three lines I understand as you waking up. The plastic to plush is nice, I could feel the textures.

At night I stagger up with bladder bursting,
dissipating dreams more familiar
than my hallway hung with paintings. The dissipating dreams works real well, like the dreams are washing over the hallway

I don’t recognize the mound of hair and flesh
sprawled across my queen sized bed for one. This stanza does throw me off a bit, because I see you now in the hallway not the bedroom. At first I read it as there being some one in your bed you don't recognize, but the next stanza with the mirror business makes me wonder if your not viewing your self in some weird out of body voyeurism. Either way, I like the image.

The tap rushes to clean me in vain.
The mirror eyes me.
Water drips from her forehead, like mine The personification of the mirror is real interesting, I like it.
but she looks older, prettier, more composed
at 3am than I feel on the best days.

I rush back to linger inside dreamland
where glue can repair tears. I think this ending gets the idea across a lot clearer then the original , but glue doesn't seem right. I'm not sure what would work better, maybe something more intrinsic to dreamland IDK.