another day, another dream

i still remember that weary night

the day I carried nightmares

the day I pleaded with tears

the crooked house adjacent to the street

the flashing headlights

I screamed and shouted over my shoulders

but no one seemed to notice

that a small girl lay

weeping at the doorstep

that day,

that day, that midnight

I

I fed

I fed nightmares.

thank you for reading!

-rita