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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