once i had a dream
i was laying on the silver grass
of a meadow
sky was in the shape of fear
colored by the loss
and there was me
sleeping with eyes widely open
on me
sat butterflies
hundreds
no
billions
firstly they were only
stroking my racing heart
soothing temper
but then
but then
then
they started to eat my
cursed body
~and i was so grateful
i saw poppies blossoming
once more
