Embroidered Dreams

In the darkness of night

As my body lies in sleep,

unable to protest

My mind begins to conjure



that flood in,

overwhelming my senses.


These projectiles of the past

send me reeling

pushing me down, forcing me back

Unconscious mind lacing the conscious mind

A needle and thread expertly woven

into fantastical patterns

understood by none but the weaver.


I awake

Thread bare

try to make sense of an embroidered dream state

Soon the intricacies dissolve

The detailed weavings unravel

leaving only strings to grasp on to

Which I am left holding

while my conscious self is bleeding

from a million needle pricks.



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