The Cruelty of my Imagination
A playful conversation
Interrupted
By an unexpected call:
Hello?
I tense with panic
As the voice on the other end
Breathlessly exudes hysteria
Searching for the keys to my car
I sternly reply:
Hold on. I’m coming.
Quivering hands
Gripping the steering wheel
As relentless rain batters
Angrily against the windshield
Masking the sound of
My trembling breaths
And my raging pulse
Driving fast
Too fast
Slow down. Slow down
Flashing lights pierce the darkness
To reveal an unending line:
Impatient cars obstructing me
From my destination
Forcing my way through
A cramped driveway opening
I decide to park
Abandoning the car’s shelter
To face the unforgiving rain
Biting at my exposed skin
A familiar face grimly approaches:
We have to wait here.
Avoiding the blatant topic
We share nervous laughs
As cigarette smoke
Escapes her lips
Waiting
For the chaos to resolve
Waiting
For the impatient cars to clear
We wait.
An ominous sound
Splinters through the chaos:
Wailing
Screaming cries
I discover the source is
A familiar face
Stooping over a body
Hidden
Beneath a blood-stained sheet
My vision fails.
As the scene is engulfed by darkness
The ground shatters below me
And I awake
Gasping for breath
I frantically sit up
Only to find that my mind
Is deceitful
And that sleep unleashes
The cruelty of my imagination