⚠ CONTENT WARNING: disturbing imagery

Recurrent Dreams: Tweezers

Thorns or splinters pierce my skin, though I don't notice when.

I feel them pushed in deep,

see them like porcupine quills,

    white, surrounded by warm rose,

    the border between the pale olive.

They hurt, but not agonizingly so,

    and there is comfort in pulling them out

        one at a time.