A dream 🤢

I pulled

sea
pebbles
from
caked
wounds
in my
arms,

one-
by-
one.

—-

I had
forgotten
Another

recent
Dream,
Of these
Wounds

My mind
Finally

Showed.

My skin,
almost
Closed
Around

Small
Rocks,

Showing
Them-
Selves
On my
Dominant
bicep.

I Thought
No one
Would
Call me
On them.

They,
Clearly
A part
Of me.

Small
[but]
Heavy
Foreign
Objects,

Snug-Almost
Convincingly
-Into my skin.

—-

Dug into my
Dermis, they

Looked
so much

A part of me.

Until—I began
removing—|_|

_|Them, pulling

These layered
Pebbles, stone-
By-stone, from

Deep craters

They
Left
Inside.

—-

The more
I removed,

The more
I could see
Underneath

Still needing
___|to be|__
_|Excavated.

I am nauseous
In this healing.

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