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Dec 2015
It always made me feel
Sick
When a woman would say
"Ya know, I had the strangest dream last night..."
What made me feel sick was
Knowing that I'd have to ask
"Oh really? What about?"
Then listen to a story that meant
Nothing at the end
Pretend to seem interested
Then pretend that I was some kind of
Dream interpretor
While she frowned at my conclusion
I always hated that...
Unless of course she said
"I had the strangest dream about YOU last night."
That I liked
Anyways...
I had the strangest dream last night.
I was sitting in a dim cluttered home
With some middle aged woman
Of some strange faith
As strange as all the rest
She held a 3 foot cadaver of a man
Only he looked more like a doll
With ripped dead skin
And wide bright glassy eyes
She was sobbing and whispering
To the small dead man
Then she said to me
"It's a custom in our faith to hold our
Dead
And say goodbye to them face to face"
She handed me the dead body
And I thought
I'm not afraid of death.
But my skin crawled
******* hardened
Throat clenched
at the sight of it
I cradled the grotesque being
And said
"Well...I hope the afterlife treats you better than this one..."
I cried a little
I am not afraid of death.
I woke and thought about the dream
I didn't know what it meant
If anything at all
I laughed and said to myself
Your pretty ****** up man.
Written by
Ray Suarez  San Pedro, CA
(San Pedro, CA)   
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