Nightmare of Reality
BY ALEJANDRA RESENDEZ
He stroked her hand gently
His pale bony fingers cold
Her shallow breathing was steady
He suffocated her in his hold
Beautiful and glowing, rowing on through time
But all time ends somewhere across each rough rocky climb
Her eyes grew slowly dimmer
Her lips and cheeks lost all the rose
Her pedals melting and tilting
Withering as he was the presence of sorrows
The wick, flick-flickering – the light is almost dark
His tears of pure truth, wet the place to erase her doubt's mark
His wise black shadow greets her newly infant one
He takes her hand so preciously
For death again has won
But he never does take pleasure
And life, she never complains
The souls just lift agreeably
It's the world who cries us the rains
Her eyes are now not open
She is dreaming nightmares in his wake
His home is where all people lay
Underneath the dreamer's immortal ache
PHOTO BY HANNA MANIERKA
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