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In My Dreams I Bleed

Diana Burns·November 20, 2023

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In My Dreams I Bleed

written by: Diana Burns

In my dreams, I bleed

In my dreams, I bleed
I scream, I scream, I scream

In my dreams
I am heard
By you

But you don’t know about these masks I’ve worn
This pain I’ve borne
You don’t know about these cuts unseen
These wounds within

You don’t know about anything

So cloaked in your own fairy tale
You never once heard me wail

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Diana Burns

Diana is from South Africa and currently works as an English teacher and course creator. She feels that it keeps her connected to her love of the English language, and words in all their beauty. She has been writing poetry since the first grade and also worked as a journalist for a few years when she was in her twenties.

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Melissa Lemay lives in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, with her three children, four cats, and a dog. She never graduated college. She has lived an interesting life, and her experiences shape her writing (some might call it an obsession). She writes about God, addiction, trauma, healing, motherhood, and many other things. She enjoys spending time with family, drinking good coffee, and being outdoors. She loves animals. Her poem, Ephemeral, was chosen as "Poetic Publication of the Year" for 2023 at Spillwords Press. Find her at Melissa Lemay at WordPress and on dVerse Poets Pub.

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