142/365: Unwanted Dreams

my hair doing the wave

I woke up this morning
with blood drying under my fingernails.
It was thick and tacky;
hair strung through it at angles.
A hot, wet mat spread above my right ear
where I had dug a hole,
tunnelled to a bright, white spot.

There are dreams we do not want.

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