
- In my dreams
- I am treated to lies
- There's finger pointing and laughter without sound.
- When I am able to hear the family and friends that live in my visions, the message is always awkward and broken.
- Is my nightmare a fractured funhouse mirror or is the reflection flat and smooth?
- I am told that my visions are common.
- But I wonder if I'm dreaming during the day just the same.
- My brain is on fire as I reinterpret reality
- Casting myself as the victim
- Falling into the same pattern
- Year after year
- Broken shards of twisted glass assemble themselves around me
- Gently pushing into my skin
- Releasing my brightly-colored blood while reflecting my dormant misery.
- I live.
- Like the liver or heart of misguided Prometheus
- Perpetually dying
- Forcefully removed
- My remains held up by the chains of long forgotten Gods
Related Article: The Tao of Forgiveness by Derek Lin
