Powerful poem for poetry month.
Shattered glass
Digging in
Puncturing
The skin
Of my fingertips
Thick blood
The Stain
The Pain
Surges again
As I panic
I search
Everywhere
Not there
Don’t care
You won’t help
xBx
Since writing this mornings post (here) in which I mention a reoccurring dream (or nightmare really) the dreams have changed and evolved and I have had a new -but still reoccurring dream at least 4 times in the past week. Every time I end up breaking thick glass accidentally and the shards stick in my fingertips and hands, I search for my husband and beg him to pull them out and stop the bleeding but he either cant stop it properly or he argues with me and I have to pull the pieces out myself. Its so real its horrible.
Meanings (apparently):
Fingers soiled or scratched, with the
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