written by: Henna Johansdotter
I cut my finger on the truth
it bled and bled in uppercase NO
people offered me napkins but nothing could stop it
others shoved glass into the wound
to see how far it could expand
until it assimilated into my skin
are you listening, are you?
a butchered dream
can last a lifetime
if you nurture it well?
JUNE 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
I'm a novelist and a poet from Finland, interested in surrealism, science fiction and making people around me uncomfortable. I blog on WordPress as HJD writes. Visit me there.
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