Sometimes in dreams
he would sense a stray bullet
whizzing by his head

but there was nothing visible
in that moment

everything translucent as air

In the dreams there would be
a strange sound of violin bows
swiftly sawing through strings
a nagging shrieking stabbing sound
- the strings from "******" -
bouncing off the shower walls

he would wake up
   screaming in the darkness
not sure where he was
his eyes glancing down
at his  hand
the index finger
perfectly formed to pull
an invisible trigger