dreamscapes haunt walking hours
shadowing my footsteps
rolling like fog in my breath
white and wounded
fragmented ghosts
that paint the skin behind my eyelids
bodies that hang from rafters
fish mouths gaping
arms flailing over the frayed noose
hospital doors
and the wave of dread
radiating from the exit sign
bullet holes and shattered glass
dummy bodies on the floor
toes sticky with blood
the woman with the broken face
the smiling neck stitched and raw
waking to sleep
with scratches that span my fingers
searching for who is not there
who is missing from the side.
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