don’t fall asleep
don’t fall asleep….What is that? It’s a dream.
no. no—we’re not here. up at the window. Watch the light
such a strange sick cold, both cold and too warm. the shouting occupies the mind, the awareness of all the blame ….don’t fall asleep, don’t start to think it is all right. don’t feel the way the chill rushes across that demon touch like icicles that cut with the splinters; jaggers across the soles of your feet. The sting is better than the terror, let’s hold onto instead how bad this feels, “he’s waiting outside to pick you up. Now you can go home….”
“No safety or surprise….”*
I fell asleep
No! the shaking begins. the cold inside. no one is taking us home. it does not exist for us.
“It’s time to go home,” he says with the too firm grip that says exactly what will happen next. there. but it is not. for us. never for us. we will never know it. the chill is too warm on my skin, the vomit tears holes in my stomach …it does not exist. for us. we do not. no one knows we are here. it never leaves.
“Go to bed!”
don’t fall asleep….oh my god —he’s killing me. I try to scream but I’m choking ….he’s killing me
“Duva, wake up!”
*”no safety or surprise”/The End; the Doors
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