Welcome to Dreamland
by, Max Booth
Welcome to
Dreamland,
where
even
the windows
are
inside out.
I see you there
across the way
with that
hideous sneer,
and I won’t become
aware
(until it’s too late)
of this nightmare.
Too busy lost
in your form.
Seems unreal
but at the same time,
more real
than I’ll ever know.
Are you
what I fear?
Are you
an altered image?
or a naked truth?
a substitution issued
by my
subconscious?
or an unveiled vision
of what I’m too blind
to see?
Before I can give it
anymore thought,
the words leave your
edited lips
and pierce my chest
like a double-sided blade
of Loki’s caress.
Words escape me
as I gasp
for breath,
a problem you don’t have
as you progress
my death.
With that sneer,
you twist,
molding a fracture
useless to fix.
And then eyes open,
I am awake,
infected by a cold sweat
and a contagious case
of longing.
