Dream I

Dream I

A Poem by Breese Crawley
"

just a random dream of mine

"
"Give me your wallet."
The old woman on the bus said.
"Why should I?"
A flash. Followed by the click of a folding knife.
Pain. I felt my facial skin exploding with a warm liquid. She cut my face. Both sides.
My blood flew upwards and sealed my eyes.
I screamed in an ocean of scarlet.
But I laughed hysterically inside, with the three mouths now I had
(although two of them were still vomiting blood)
And mouthed the nonsense line -
You killed my father, prepare to die


© 2014 Breese Crawley


Author's Note

Breese Crawley
Did I accidentally rhyme?... No haters please. I'm sensitive.

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Added on August 13, 2014
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Breese Crawley
Breese Crawley

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Breese is not my real name. English is not my real language. Where I live is not my real home. what else isn't real? Is the world real? AM I REAL? -------------------------------------------- I.. more..

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