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Dec 2018
I saw her last night.
She was not alone.  She was with me.
And she was me.
Her eyes.  Their eyes.  My eyes
Glared back at me.
They were mine. They looked like mine
But they were not,
Not the way they stared.  Each stare
Sharper than the one before.
She moves closer. I feel the urge to scream
To call for help
But instead I freeze.  To think
What does it mean
If I scare me. Enough to scream
what does it mean
If I call out for help. To be saved from me
What does it mean?
Because I did...
I screamed

©Belema .S.  Ekine
©belemascribbles
Any dream interpreter in the house??  Y'all I had a dream
BELEMA SANDRA EKINE
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BELEMA SANDRA EKINE  29/F/NIGERIA
(29/F/NIGERIA)   
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