​subconscious ink
Asha Fletcher-Irwin
 
 
I try to sustain beaches of memories
Suspended in poisoned air
But waking washed away the subconscious ink
Raining reality, my skin burns with droplets of an argument I should have won
I can never remember what the blurry night had gifted me
In the dark, I tried to merge what was written on the moon with the monotonous logic of making sense
They said night was the time of dreaming
But the Sun’s rays brought nightmares
I tried to force the ink deep enough into my skin
So the tattoo would transfer between worlds and still be there in the morning
But my breath turned the ink to dust
From life’s clay, I molded us and painted only my eyes and your heart
And I cried into my pillow
Hoping for a realization that victorious battle plans would rescue me
Even though the mist promised otherwise.
And I knew I would be imprisoned in oversize jackets longer than I’d been
Swimming in the stars and breathing destiny
 
 
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