(Poetry Challenge Week 8)
(Note: This poem has nothing to do with the word tweeted, obviously. I made up the rules of the game which means I get to arbitrarily break them)
I dreamed last night
about death
wrapping around my bones.
Red ribbons
soaking up the marrow,
twisting, splinters coming off in the bits.
I dreamed last night
of pulling the ribbons from my bones
and running them through my hair.
The deep crimson of loss
staining my forehead.
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