the silence is chasing you; you are neck-deep in humiliation.

your head is just slightly hovering over a body of water
and the men watching you are slyly enjoying a smoke
their ribs are sticking out through their well-sewn suits
as they caress the cigarette through their fingers,
while the feeling, you notice, is vibrating their brains
and the thought of their lungs collapsing
doesn't seem to tug at their heart strings.

this is all a vivid dream and you cannot pinch yourself out of this one.

there are women beneath you, pulling at your legs.
their skirts are slowly fly up as they reach for
what they only could've wished to become.
you notice the cigarette burns on their wrists
and the all-too-deep bite marks piercing their feminine limbs.
they drown you until the rebellion sheds off of you and
when you're gone, they'll find another to replicate.

you wake up; when did this dream become reality?