Caught in a dream I see him
His insides are rotten
Fruit left out too long
Expired and sickly sweet
But then he turned hard and grey
Behind my dreaming eyelids
Drying to concrete beneath the tires of some unknown car
I am a bug stuck on the windshield
Too small to notice
Insignificant
But he shifted again, melting to rain
To wash me away
Cooling the fever that I couldn’t sweat out
I groaned in my sleep, fearing this unreal reality
He changed again, disappeared, vaporized
Filling my lungs with exhaust as the concrete disintegrated
And the dust blinded my eyes
Into my brain the debris traveled
Turning into 109 maggots to eat away my insides
To make me match his own rotting innards
My fingers unconsciously gripped sweaty sheets
Groping in the night, I couldn’t wake up
Even as he changed his form again, solidifying before my eyes
I return to the bug’s body on the glass
He breaks through the wind shield
Clenched fist, bloody knuckles
I cry out for someone to shake me from this nightmare
Shards fly around me, a snake appears and it is him again
His twisted tongue darts out of his mouth
Licking the glass as it crashes past
Tainting them all
The rotten spit held his filthy words but
Light shone through and illuminated
Everything
His lies sparkled
And turned the color of disappointment
Blindly I flew away on flimsy wings
Willing myself awake
I flew faster and never looked back