The dream
My eyes open
Blood everywhere
A rusty razor
All I can do is stare
Where am I?
I see a sink
A bathroom?
I blinked
My eyes on the mirror
Cuts everywhere
Blood smeared
In my hair
The door opens
My aunt screams
“What have you done???”
She grabs me
We go to the ER
My aunt tels the doctors, I show
They ask me what happened
I reply “I don’t know.”
I set stiches
They bandage a few
I gto home and to bed
And as if on que………
I wake up screaming
What happened to me? I look around
It was only a dream
This is one of my many nightterrors I experience every night.
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Amazing poetry, thank you for sharing. Don’t fret over any trolls or people who say your poetry is awful. It actually reaches out to many of us I’m sure. I know it does for me. Thank you. The sporadic style is interesting.