body drenched and trembling
half out of the bed,
awaking midflight,
fleeing a world that dissolved
with a blink of sleep filled eyes.
As I stumbled downstairs,
the stairs now free
of rubble or debris,
I found myself stepping around shadows
of what was there moments before…
Hardness
Softness…
softness brought to ruin…
Step over.
Step over.
The steam of my coffee
hitting and heating my face,
flashes of images, flickering flames,
my face hot from them.
A swallow or two stirs my mind
and swirls the images
Out of order like a glitching video.
Sound. No Sound.
Screams. Singing. Crackling. Rapid Fire in the distance
A song. A lullaby, one I know, but don’t,
I hear the rumbling, and far off hum of engines,
wind to my back, to my front.
Disjointed, swirling…
Static.
It all fades to static as I come around.
I try to piece it together before it melts away
like a jigsaw puzzle made of ice.
But it drips through my fingers…
