I dreamt I was killed; not by the ax she struck me with from behind but by the company of my unsound mind.
Fighting to shake the sleep off my skin, I clutched the dream catcher by the lining of the coffin where my headboard once had been.
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
I dreamt I was killed; not by the ax she struck me with from behind but by the company of my unsound mind.
Fighting to shake the sleep off my skin, I clutched the dream catcher by the lining of the coffin where my headboard once had been.
Just as I was finished washing the dishes my daughter pulled on my yellow dress and beckoned me to follow her to her room. She still held tightly as I walked into the empty room, remembering that my daughter had died two weeks ago.
It was 3am, cold and dark, I walked to the kitchen for food. When I opened the refrigerator for something to munch… there was no food. AT ALL..