In the Wake of Dreams

My subconscious dredged you up again from its depths, and pranced you around in my dreams. You're like the silt which keeps being upturned by the ever crashing waves, never settling to be buried the way I want you to be. To its credit, even my unconscious self wants nothing to do with you and I leave you behind, watching after me as I go my own way, but it's strange to have you there at all, with all the details of your face still clear. That's what happens when your mind can't help but dwell on its scars. I don't know what it's going to take for you to be gone, getting your twisted hands out from under my ribcage, trying to pierce my heart, but I'm hoping I find the cure soon.