i walked into his space, cold and sterile infirmary he said organize these lifeless bodies, but do look away do not dare look at their faces i did just as he pleased, as my resolution waned with every passing minute, every corpse that i carried heavier than the last, as the will in me kept fading and as it faded, i caught a glance of one that did look a lot like me a dread then burned my nervous system, i struggled to breathe
i asked him why still he insisted i was mistaken
and so i resumed, the dread had nested in my gut, my limbs had become weak while i dragged the bodies through this cold infirmary
then i went home the warmth of early sunlight shone upon blankets in its gaze the quiet that had permeated gentle sleep on so many other days granted no solace, no support just violently reframed the nightmare i could see now i inhabited i sat and cried, there was no warmth that could take away this pain