The ghastly black creature hovers in front of her, staring right into her soul,
Ripping those dark memories again, she is terrified of being unfold.
The memories from way back, when she barely knew right or wrong,
Those memories which have long been engraved in stone,
When happiness was as easy as stomping feet in the rain puddles,
And sadness was as simple as mom not making her favorite desserts.

Suddenly, the horrid monster does his black magic,
And in a blink of an eye she is in the past, seeming astonishingly legit,
It’s her beautiful home, which is supposed to be a blessing,
Yet she feels shackled and choking.
Her heart is racing at a lightning speed to understand what’s happening,
Why the caressing feels so filthy, so grudging.

Abruptly she opens her eyes, trembling yet relieved,
Contemplating how life would have been,
If the memories were as delusive as the ghostly creature in her dream.