White dreams - Gästpost av Briar Rose
I had a white dream last night.
The feelng of my sweat seeping out my bones like my blood has so many times from the whiplash that is my ancestry i dont want to hate or be angry, anger is a poisin that weakens the mind, the brother of ignorence and mother of abuse and i dont want to carry these carcasses like so many others have before me but im angry and it could have to do with these white dreams i have the ones that starve me from colour and resonate like wite noise in a dark room and i sometimes want to fit in, resonate like the sound of skinny, pale and button nose but my body sticks out like the dark matter it is clinging to the awkward noise of guilt guilt i carry just as much for still being angry but anger is a poison a poision i caanot contain that seeps out like all the words i scream out when in my commatose of white noise this white dream is my life i have seen this movie before the white dream with white gems worth so much more than the bllod dimond soakd in guilt and anger that no one seeems to feel any more.
Am i numb or is it the dream that is numbing am i alone in my cracked complection called skin for everyone but me. yesterday i had a white dream, no actually it was a nightmare.
