Bad Dream

Last night heartache
greeted me in sweat
soaking my T-shirt
and sheets maybe
it was just a bad dream

But light from
the window greets
dried salt stains
I rub the fresh gashes
on my hip
Not a dream

I collect the last
breadcrumbs of my sedate
self-destruction

Someday when I am gone
they might
become art

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2 thoughts on “Bad Dream

  1. Hey Kari. Just wondering, and hoping I am not bothering you too much or being a pest. Have you considered, or started, a list of your achievements, potentials, accomplishments, your talents and gifts you have already discovered in your young life? You have much to offer, and I know I, and many others are looking forward with anticipation to what you will do.
    Gid’s Blessings.

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