Today feels like a bloodletting, when a dream woke me up and now I am fighting my way through chenille mists, fuschia, I can't see except through a magenta haze, only dream of mushrooms and bared teeth and the smell of wood. If I bound you, would you forgive me? If I cut you open, could I inhabit you forever? I twist your hair around my fingers, the knot is strong but my hands are melting, they run in rivulets down your face, I am yours, you breathe me in.
Never. If I saw you now, I would crunch your aura between my teeth. How we could devour each other, without touching, your eyes cradling my infant self, stroking my wounded emergence, a physical energy.
My heart is a washrag twisted in my chest. I creep on tiptoe past it, afraid of its unfurled gnarls, its gritty gray malice. You see my path to peace as it wavers, built below sea level, obliterated in a crush of water as you shed your torrents around me.
My wounds ache for you.
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