In the dream, it was a man.
He pretended it was an embrace,
squeezing me as he did.
Getting dressed this morning,
still feeling the places he crushed
May 17, 2015 by Rosemerry
In the dream, it was a man.
He pretended it was an embrace,
squeezing me as he did.
Getting dressed this morning,
still feeling the places he crushed
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged dream, intimidation, poem, reality, security | 2 Comments
Were they necessary crushes, I wonder? And did you know he was pretending? Did _he_ know? And, your heart, how did it fare?
A dream that hurts in the morning. Worse than a nightmare!