my mom left me last night by choice same for my father by choice
bright flames lit them up as they had time to save themselves but they did not wish to it was as if they were okay with dying
i was not okay with staying i had to leave them by choice i performed my solo sadly as life danced on without my parents
it was a nightmare of personal choices made by those i love giving me horrors
i woke up at the stroke of three in the morning sweat dances on my back heat rising like the flames that took my parents away
it was the worst of them all for i meant nothing to them but it was only just a dream
i have been experiencing nightmares for the past three months every time my eyes decide to close themseleves. alarmed i am not. for i have turned the horrors into beauty, through my poetry.