blueberry yogurt

i dreamt i was in a prison riot. i wasn't even supposed to be there, but the end of the world was near, so they locked me up too to protect us all from the outside. you were there too. you were with someone else in that day and age, and i could feel the tension in my heart. i knew i never had any sort of place to interfere. just then, i ran into someone from high school, and standing between you and i, he whispered crass cold things into my mind. i pursed me lips, leaned in close, smeared some blueberry yogurt in his ear, and laughed.

noon day dreams are always the strangest.