Cutting Dreams Poem by Erika Conti

Cutting Dreams



flowers of blood
serpent skin
innocence sleepwalking
in shattered dreams
every single tiny piece
picked up with love
in my hands I squeeze
they cut
these cutting
pieces
of our dreams
i live for

Sunday, March 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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