How to stain a dream

Struggling to wake up from a dream earlier — knowing I dreamt — of lying on rocks this time, lying where I’d fallen (right out of the sky): sharp and crumbling shale hiding one boulder. The rocks had cracked my hips and spine. The tide rose. Mist froze my eyelashes together. All I could smell was salt water and blood. Becoming rock: pain.

Ankylosing spondylitis.

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