In your dream they took you and your skin scraped the floors of some place terrible. “You’re hurting me” you said.
You live here.
Your back bends over a table and the woman snarls at you into finishing. Fill in the blanks. How many days in a year. Something screams inside you, and you know you’ve written the wrong answer. You are humiliated before them all. “I should fail you” she says. “I can’t do this” you beg. But nobody understands you, speaking in tongues like you do- child-devil; like animals weeping their life into deaf ears, telling stories in whines and tears .
In your dream His usual dyed mustache now parading its natural white. Something’s changed in him
but you know it’s not enough.
You open your mouth in tongues, in tongues but this is a dream and in this dream, they understand.
“I know what you did to me. I know who you are. Selfish. Selfish. You came for my light because yours had extinguished.”
Crushed by the truth, his heart crumbles. He understands. They all do.