i dream in limping colors
purple bruises,
yellow streetlights flickering out,
the sickly green of hospitals
where silence has a pulse.
every morning i wake
like a man dragged from the river
cold lungs,
shaking hands,
still clutching some dead thing
i can’t bring myself to let go of.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC
i dream in limping colors
purple bruises,
yellow streetlights flickering out,
the sickly green of hospitals
where silence has a pulse.
every morning i wake
like a man dragged from the river
cold lungs,
shaking hands,
still clutching some dead thing
i can’t bring myself to let go of.
