your sharp words
rip through my heart
claw like
tearing shreds
viciously
thick red blood
dripping
visible only to me
splattering my consciousness
blurring my vision
poisoning my soul
© Dawn Whitehand 2014
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I asked if it were really you
in my hazy sleepiness
and you answered
“yes indeed it is really me
I am not a dream
within your dream”
so I let you in trusting
pulling back the sheets
and covering you gently
then as you turned to me smiling
your face slowly dissolved
and startled I awoke
bright morning sunlight piercing my face
demanding I awake
for yet another day
or is this
again another dream within a dream?
© Dawn Whitehand 2014