The killer
Feeling distant from my own body
I wake, shivering, in the dark of the night.
I saw her in my dreams;
It must have been karma.
I’ve seen her before;
She is the ghost from an era long gone–
The era when I used to be the land
upon which trees grew–
that captured with grace, my emotions.
She wrote elegant verses on my fingerprints
and provoked conflict in my soul;
She must have thought I was her notebook;
a diary chained to her reality,
a fervent wish.
She gave me the key,
and I consumed every little epiphany of her unbalanced life
(Oblivion in the imagination).
I took all the sadness,
the sorrow,
the anger.
I saw her standing before me,
asking for absolution.
And so,
I silenced her mind.
It was so painful;
almost human.
