THE...DREAM UNTIES...THE WRITING AND/THE/WORDS//JUST FALL /IN/A/SENSELESS/HEAP/AT/MY/FEET. . .

In my dream
I am

everything

not only the ball of thread
unraveling

but Ariadne’s trembling hand

and a frightened Theseus
as the echo of his footsteps

are erased by the silence

that rebounds

from these spiraling walls

until finally
reaching the center

of all this horror

I find that I am
the Minotaur

roaring with fear
and pain and anger and shame

and then I

wake up

words useless words
scattered about my feet

stupid
stupid

as tears.