Dreams

Sometimes reality hits you
in a violent collision.
Slices open your dream cloud
with surgical precision.
And life seeps out onto the floor
through the incision.
Even if you're broken
and your mother never loved you,
still there is blood on the sleeve to mark you the same.
To give away your position,
where your heart truly lies.
Bleeding and bleeding tearstained pillow cries.
Hollow words build an open disguise.
Invisibility is an overplayed myth in an understudied religion.