Wednesday, September 7, 2011


I dreamt I was out of breath.  I dreamt of something tight around my neck.

I dreamt of an empty face staring through me as my breath left me.

I dreamt of struggling, of reaching for a weapon.

I dreamt of it availing me not.

Then, a crash.  I woke, blackness begetting blackness.

I wonder whose dream that was?

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