bête rouge

I dreamt of you again last night,
not by choice,
and woke in a frightful sweat.
The idea of you evaporates
into anger and concern,
that runs down my cheeks regretfully.
Once upon a time,
a dream you painted on my canvas.
The picture of you I now despise.
Submitted by paint-thinner.
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