scarred dreams

I open my eyes slowly

to hear sounds of angered grief

the woman, she was sitting there

she was scared beyond belief.

I stare at her inquisitively

asking what is wrong

she looks at me in silence

staring for so long.

***

finally she speaks

talking of her case.

she whispers of the things

that I don’t want to face.

she looks into my eyes

filled with hatred and disgust

of the creature that scarred the dreams

of not just me…but us.

-Kestin Stewart


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