with a frightened gasp,
she woke.
red
red
red
red
kept flashing
images refusing to leave –
the sanctuary her mind previously offered
no more.
for the past
three weeks
the same dream woke her up
and made her weak.
a cacophony of pain
and untelling
horror.
who was she?
who were they running from?
who was the baby?
did she die?
why am i having these dreams?
because she knew,
deep down
she knew.
they didn’t have the quality of dreams
a mist-like disconnectedness
a subconscious understanding
of an alternateย reality –
but of a
memory.
shaking it off,
she heaves herself off the bed.
a sound –
is that a knock?-
interrupts the silent-stillness of her
apartment.
well, isn’t this interesting?
โจ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ซ๐ป๐ช๐ป๐ ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ช๐ท๐ญ๐ป๐ช โจ 