Distorted images flash by in an instance Reforming in startling clarity With her body still warm at my feet
Underground
I wake to the pounding Of the hammer As you nail
Poisonous
Everything dies With enough arsenic
Ghosted
Never heard from him again Saw the obit A week later
Invisible
No one stares back in the mirror I've finally faded to nothing Am I finally taking up
Keeping Silent
Screams in the night are ignored As people turn away It's no business of mine
Overtaken
I watch as a spectator As my body Goes through the motions
The Hour is Upon Us
It's late at night Almost witching hour And the silence
Rebound
He was supposed to be dead But there he stood with sightless eyes Still in the clothes we buried him in
It was All a Dream
She startled awake And screamed herself hoarse As she rocked in the corner
Fragment of a Figment 