The Gardener Who Uses Magic

in a dream

one full moon ago

i met a gardener

who lifted my curse

he took all my memories

and planted them as seeds

he then asked, “which to get rid of?”

i took a deep breathe

my hands started to shake

and heart beating like crazy

then i replied,

“stories i painted with my blood as ink”

“ash from their  stick to my skin”

after that,

all my memories grew out as different flowers

each with different, different meanings

he pulled out those memories

“who were sucking my blood and

burning my skin”

then i heard my sister’s yelling

and opened my eyes

only to realize

it was just another dream

that will never come true