Written by Gabriella Troy – Instagram: @gabriellatroy

That night I dreamed in red, 

the red of blood and life seeping out 

onto the cracked mosaic of everything you’d become:


It was the red of your wine,
the drink you call sophisticated
for drowning you in regrets and lost causes.

It was the red of your eyes,

bloodshot and puffy and 

uncertain how you tangled up in those thorns and 

indifferent to how you would stumble out.

It was the red of my heart,
which never stopped beating for you,
you know.

I used to be angry you viewed my hand
as defeat.
I guess you’ll come alive wherever you are,
a king, a champion, a knight,
Just know that I dream of blood
rushing back to your fingertips.

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