the kind of dream
surprised me.
the bruises
are
r e a l f a k e
(lost in questioning.)
thatsnotmyarm anditsnotyours
but
she
smile/speaks
all light
into gone glow.
the lamp posts
drifting out of sight(.)
clouds of
atmosphere below.
everything white.
She smile/laughs
us
into ruin
you/I
moon still.
Hannah is a student nurse at the University of Manchester who adores reading, writing and all other creative pursuits. She has previously self published a chapbook collection called Driftlight, and had their poem “Smile(.)” selected for Editor’s choice in the online magazine Under the Fable.
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