6:31am (Insomnia)
Posted on February 6, 2022
by tara caribou
49 Comments
sitting in a pile of rubbish
every piece of my life surrounding me
I emptied the cabin
piled it up out in the woods
see, I know what you’re planning
I looked through your phone
you should use a better password
you asshole
you won’t steal her life for gain
her will doesn’t even name you
you may be the oldest but
you’re certainly less clever
I will never allow you ‘your day’
as you play the part
good deacon at the local church
HA!
good ole boys
won’t the preacher be surprised
tomorrow’s headline will show
a crazy man has set fire to his sister
and everything she owned
in an attempt to silence her
in a final act of revenge
when she discovered he meant
to murder his own mother for raw land
but my phone’s ‘accidentally’
at the edge of the flames
the sheriff will be able to prize its secrets
see, I used your phone
to create a conversation
we never had but it’s damning
they will read everything
I wiped your phone
but they’ll find it there too
as they drag you off in handcuffs
self-righteous evil bastard
I know your future
do you?
I will destroy you
lighting the match
ignition
flames fifty-feet high
my loss is worth the result
I hide down the trail
climb a tree in camouflage
I’ll be here for a fortnight
before it will be safe to move on
I will lower myself and make my way
across the border with a new name
and no history
but mom will be safe
my sisters will be safe
their inheritance and one hundred acres
safe
and you, dear judas
will be wondering how I did it
as you slowly rot away in that cell
tara caribou | ©2019-2022 revised
The latest addition in my category named Insomnia. These are real dreams taken at real times. They might be dark or weird or fantastic or erotic. Welcome to my mind.
Insomnia (noun) 1. inability to obtain sufficient sleep, especially when chronic; difficulty in falling or staying asleep; sleeplessness.
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Category: Dreams and Visions, tara caribouTags: Author, Betrayal, Dark, Death, Dreams, Flash Fiction, Life, Poem, Poetry, Prompt, Series, Turmoil, Writer, Writing
gotta love the mind – it f**ks us in ways that are not orgasmic … welcome to my world also …
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Sometimes I’m like, what the…?!
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Wow! I feel the betrayal and the loss coming through full power.
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Thanks Mary! Always good to see you stop by!
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Another brilliant piece, Tara! 🙂
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Thanks Tom!
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Inventive, dark and a whole story in a limited number of lines.
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Thanks Andrea. This category is all real dreams I have had.
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A vivid and scary dream!
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It was weird for sure. It has stuck with me for months. But also, as a Dreamer, I can remember dreams I’ve had as a kid.
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Dark. Like my coffee. Very cool
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I thought you put a bunch of cream and sugar in yours…
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I’m trying to be more ‘manly’ these days. Broadly this means, cold showers, black coffee and shaving with bowie knife.
(being manly is pretty darn awful)
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I do two of those things already. -gasp!- does this mean I’m MANLY?!?!!
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Ha ha. Yeah… I think it does! To be completely fair, with the current state of ‘manliness’ among earths male population someone needs to step up and show us how its done…
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I never was very girly.
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Whoa! The power here is raw!! Nice work!
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Thanks Nathan! 💕 I have strange dreams.
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Yikes. This is dark as hell Tara. But so evocative and raw. I like it
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Thanks Nitin! I have strange dreams. There are two others so far that I’ve shared that were darker.
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I think you’re in that state between sleep and waking. That’s when you get the weirdest dreams. Once you hit stage four and REM sleep, you won’t dream. I’ve had this problem earlier too. I also had a problem where I’d feel trapped and unable to wake up.
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I have always been a dreamer. I can remember dreams I had when I was a young child to this day. I am also prone to significant dreams. Dreams with meaning, dreams that come true.
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Awesome, and it may just be me but each sentence reads like a dream would play out. Separate pieces that make up the whole. Just brilliant. This is one hell of a dream diary you have 👍🏻❤️
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Haha. Thanks JC.
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wish it was only sometimes – I only read today a quote by the Lama “When you talk, you are only repeating what you already know. But if you listen, you may learn something new.” … he forgot to mention when you think you are sometimes thinking your own thoughts that scare you too much to talk about them 😉 or something like that … imagine if every thought that made it into the dreams or conscious mind made it out our lips as well … imagine if we could read each others thoughts … heh heh …
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Noooo thank you. I would not want to read other’s thoughts. Nope.
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Enjoyed this narrative, tara. Almost reads like a fable.
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Thanks Mark!
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Where ever it came from, it’s fabulous, tara!
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Thanks Chris!
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I’ve now read this intense piece the second time…I love the flow & intensity, Tara 💫
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Thanks for giving it a second read, Navin! You’re the best.
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It’s my pleasure Tara ✨
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you! ☺️
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This was so powerful, thrilling and brilliant to read!
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Thank you. I’m so glad you enjoyed this one.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Tara Caribou spins a tale of a solution to a family problem.
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Thank you for sharing this one ☺️
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My pleasure
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i’m not sure what happened here – i commented on this on July 22, 2019 and it still drags me into a dark room and bruises me. i read it thinking i’ve been here before and it seems i have and its still amazing and so good. art that spans the test of time? takes one on a journey with or without permission .. maybe ‘only’ a couple years, but it read like it was fresh and still real and new even though it had hit me before. and it ‘hit me’. sometimes one appreciates the hit – the shock makes me ‘feel’. thanks. again.
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Thank you for reading it again! Honestly, I feel the same way… sometimes I re-read something and it just hits me all over again. Sometimes in a different way, but it still gets me. That’s why I occasionally reshare older stuff, because I think about it or read it again.
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I rubbed my hands together pretty early on knowing that this would be filled with mischief and darkness. A great read.
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Thanks Goldie! I sometimes toy with the idea of doing more with this.
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I think it would make for a great longer story.
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I love how raw and uncompromising this piece is. Pretentious me wants to say this is perhaps one of the best “integration of the shadow” pieces I’ve read all year.
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Wow, thanks OD! I’m so glad this one reached you. This one has kind of always stuck with me. Some dreams are like that.
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Wow what a powerful piece of writing, Tara! 👍🏻 A great job 💫🌟✨
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Thank you Jay! I sure appreciate you reading this one.
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