my hips are bruised in my dreams

my hips are bruised in my dreams
and i wake up itching,
pressing my fingers onto my thighs,
covering my purple skin.

my hips swell in my dreams
and tentacles circle my feet,
wrapping around my toes when i walk
and i stumble and fall on my face.
when i wake up,
my cheeks ache.

my wrists have blisters in my dreams
and there is ash under my fingernails.
when i wake up,
my hands are swollen.

on cold nights
when i’m afraid to go to sleep
i light three candles
and hug my knees.
i promise myself
that one day
i won’t dream of bruises

one day
my dreams will be amber
and i’ll wake up with warmth
in my stomach.

Tea Nicolae is a Romanian writer and activist based in the UK. She is an editor of Flash and a Film and Creative Writing student at Lancaster University. Her poems and work have been published in several print and online publications, including the Literary Lancashire Award anthology, TAST, Dissolved Magazine, VICE and Flick Of The Finger Magazine. She cried one week when David Bowie died.

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2 Responses to my hips are bruised in my dreams

  1. I’m still crying.
    Lovely read.

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