He appeared again in my sleep,
dressed in familiarity
and polished in beauty.
A beautiful car,
the kind that distracts people
from the danger sitting inside it.
But this time,
even in my dream,
my soul remembered.
I knew what he had done to me.
Knew not to turn my back too long.
Knew evil does not always arrive ugly.
And when I woke up,
I realized something powerful
even my subconscious
no longer sees him as home.
Even my ancestors whisper:
“Protect your gentle soul.”
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 1:31 AM UTC
He appeared again in my sleep,
dressed in familiarity
and polished in beauty.
A beautiful car,
the kind that distracts people
from the danger sitting inside it.
But this time,
even in my dream,
my soul remembered.
I knew what he had done to me.
Knew not to turn my back too long.
Knew evil does not always arrive ugly.
And when I woke up,
I realized something powerful
even my subconscious
no longer sees him as home.
Even my ancestors whisper:
“Protect your gentle soul.”
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