In Dreams

my murderer
used the dullest
of blades

to slit my throat
in a dream state

a bloodless scratch
i peeled apart skin
to help him along

looked in the mirror
to see what’s inside

surprised to find
that which can’t die

pathetic scare
a nightmare butcher
with a butter knife

who can’t even kill me
in dreams

 

© Copyright Steve Shultz. All rights reserved.

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