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Oct 2015
Up until last night
I would have dreams where
I'd throw a punch at someone
But it hung heavy in the air
As if I was swinging underwater
Pushing slowly through time
And it would connect softly
Only nudging the victim
I never understood what that meant
But last night was different...
First off
I fell asleep sober for a change
My air mattress has a hole in it
So every two hours I'd wake on the floor in the dark
I had a few dreams
One of which I was approached
By some stranger
And I was real cool with him
The way I am with people
But this guy was creepy
Something about his smile
His walk
His eyes
He walked toward me real slow
With this smile...
I could feel the slow punches coming
But instead I outstretched my arms
And strangled the ******* with my bare hands
I could feel the fingers
Really dig into the throat
It felt good
Better than the slow punches
I strangled him
until blood dripped
Out of his mouth
Until the breath was gone
Until he was dead
I wasn't scared the whole time
I drug him back to a house
And leaned the corpse against a wall
Two woman walked out of a room
And screamed
I jumped in my truck
And hit the gas hard
I wasn't even scared...
I woke up on the hard tile again
In the dark
I got up and
threw a few punches
In the mirror
They cracked in the air
like a bull whip
I felt good
Written by
Ray Suarez  San Pedro, CA
(San Pedro, CA)   
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