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Reoccurring dream

where blood pours from my mouth

flashes of white from an midnight train  

strangers who stare into my eyes

frowning as they pass me by

collapsing butterflies 

dead in a pile

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what a dark image this presents...several in fact.
collapsing butterflies...dead in a pile...

and then we wake up pinned to the board of our dream...unable to move...like a butterfly pinned to show off its beauty...
beauty is freedom not captivity..

i would want to escape from this dream.

i like the abstractness here...