I dreamt I went out
with a fever,
my skin burning,
and my world reeling
with dizzying blackness.
My skin began to
pop and push
things hidden to the surface,
blackheads and water
bloody blisters bubbling
from my soft face.
And they smeared down
like paint
when mingled with sweat
and the cool water
I used to calm my fiery skin.
I stripped my clothes
and attempted to wash
the blisters from my body
and found myself surprised
that, when I woke,
my skin was smooth.

04/09/2002

Posted on 04/09/2002
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