Dream
Who was this and what happened to the stab wounds he just inflicted? A quick recovery made and definately for the best. Perhaps that part a dream inside a dream.
Keeping the fright fest quiet, I lure him away. He may have already done a bit of work on others inside, but best not to announce the realism of other tenants.
The pursuit outdoors was so slow moving as if I were not the only one caught in REM.
Standing in parallel, tumbleweeds anticipated, as if we were two desolate soldiers waiting for the count to draw. For seconds only, hours in dreamtime, we meet gaze. Something, I see, so familiar about the evening stalker. Like the soul of one kinship, lost in a strange body.
Slowly I run to beat on neighboring doors, slowly he chases. Typical of a dream, I shout out for help without any effect of real effort. At long last, someone answers. In the opening of the door, my strange pursuant falls, like a phantom in borrowed night clothes. Spoken like a true American, my rescuer mumbles, "Next time you call the police. We don't want noone 'round here th'aint none our business."
Keeping the fright fest quiet, I lure him away. He may have already done a bit of work on others inside, but best not to announce the realism of other tenants.
The pursuit outdoors was so slow moving as if I were not the only one caught in REM.
Standing in parallel, tumbleweeds anticipated, as if we were two desolate soldiers waiting for the count to draw. For seconds only, hours in dreamtime, we meet gaze. Something, I see, so familiar about the evening stalker. Like the soul of one kinship, lost in a strange body.
Slowly I run to beat on neighboring doors, slowly he chases. Typical of a dream, I shout out for help without any effect of real effort. At long last, someone answers. In the opening of the door, my strange pursuant falls, like a phantom in borrowed night clothes. Spoken like a true American, my rescuer mumbles, "Next time you call the police. We don't want noone 'round here th'aint none our business."