Last night I dreamt that my feelings were bleeding through, blossoming in bruises across my skin.

They started on my hips, wrapped around my groin and wandered, slowly, colourfully up my stomach.  Browns, purples, that sickly, awful green, spreading across my breasts until there was no pink left, except the bright, bright red of my nipples.

This morning I asked for peace, and for passion, with the understanding that I probably won't get it in the way that I think I want it.

I am tired of "bruises" that I did not ask for.