I ate nothing for several weeks
and in waking lucid starvation
I dreamt I was an assassin;

a pacifist when everyone was looking,
a warrior when eyes were closed.

I stalked prey that hunted,
and as they rewrote history
from centuries away,
I could even hear them smile.

Deep grins, ear to ear,
like blades running across throats,
ear to ear.
Grins wide like rivers,
mountains and deserts,
wet like lakes.

Faster than hell.

I woke up in a sweat,
air conditioner broken,
cats outside meowling,
looking for a ****
and not careful
what they wish for.