~ A DREAM ~
william pauley III
I’m sitting somewhere inside
a hundred-acre wood
pushing faint impressions
into the palm of my hand
with a dull knife
I take off my ring
and like that dull knife
it too has left an impression
that won’t soon fade
I turn the dagger and push it
deeper into my flesh
enough to remind me
that I’m still living
blood pools in my palm
but doesn’t…
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