Welcome to
             Dreamland,
where
            even
the windows
      are
inside out.

I see you there
across the way
with that
       hideous sneer,
and I won’t become
          aware
(until it’s too late)
  of this nightmare.

Too busy lost
in your form.
Seems unreal
but at the same time,
more real
than I’ll ever know.

Are you
      what I fear?
Are you
      an altered image?
                        or a naked truth?

a substitution issued
   by my
      subconscious?

or an unveiled vision
of what I’m too blind
                    to see?

Before I can give it
        anymore thought,
the words leave your
        edited lips
and pierce my chest
like a double-sided blade
of Loki’s caress.

Words escape me
as I gasp
           for breath,
a problem you don’t have
as you progress
           my death.

With that sneer,
                 you twist,
   molding a fracture
useless to fix.

And then eyes open,
I am awake,
infected by a cold sweat
and a contagious case
                      

                       of longing.