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The monster
A poem about my nightmare
“I’m still here” said the monster
“I can see you” it smiled,
I tried closing my eyes
I held my breath for a while.
For a moment it worked
But then relief turned to fury,
The monster was gone
Replaced by a jury.
All of those voices
The laughter that lingers,
Shaking heads at my choices
And pointing their fingers.
The noise filled the courtroom
The judge started singing,
Naked bodies on ropes
From the ceiling were swinging.
I tried closing my eyes
When they opened again,
I drove through the desert
No roof in the rain.
Laughter I heard
From the passenger side,
She touched my shoulder and smiled
I saw myself in her eyes.
Golden hair rode the wind
But her voice was misplaced,
A manicured hand
Tore the flesh from her face.
“I’m still here” laughed the monster
When I awoke I was screaming,
The monster whispered
“Do you still think you’re dreaming?”
