Contributor: Ludle

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My dreams are wounds:

Suspected deep tissue injuries
of full thickness and
foul purulent exudate.
Crimson red blood still blooms
into a violent revolution
as mind takes over heart
and the pain changes color,
color that turns bright sunshine
into black, wilted flowers.

Dreams are bruises
and bruises on memories
do not fade with time.

My dreams are wounds that never heal.


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I am a South African with the sun in my veins and dreams in my pen.