Last night, I had a dream.
I dreamt that my wife transformed into a bug, but I still made out with her.
She tasted like green peppers. I don't know if I forgot what transpired in between
or if it just smash cut to me eating her alive, leaving a small gray button-capsule
that was once in a silver heart container.
I dreamed that I uploaded myself into the capsule and saw her.
Then I woke up and was suddenly struck by a deep longing.
I tried writing a short story about it, but I thought a poem suited it better.
Thanks for putting up with this big-ass post. This went over well in chat, hope it does so here!