Cerulean shift

If

Sift through wreckage
Burnt glass
Smoking blood
Fire exposes

Found in huddled
Composure
Lost but found but wanting
Lifted up
Soaring in flight

Crashed down to ungentle earth
Splayed pieces
Cannot stand
But at least the fire is out

Or truth its moved inward
Igniting desire
Pouring out from fingertips
From tongue
From eyes

Warm yourself but
Always pull away
Afraid of burning up

Kindle instead and ignite
Burst glory
Or lost

In delirium
In seconds between flight
And the fading
The sound of breaking glass

I just had the worst dream I’ve ever had.

I just had the worst dream I’ve ever had.
I was in my home city but it was as if everything had become run down and shady. All of the apartments buildings were crackhouses and drug dens. The businesses were pawn shops and thinly disguised brothels. I was at one of the apartments retrieving my cat Dylan (Thomas not Bob). I was walking to my car when I was interfered with. A group of mobsters were around me and were trying to extort me regarding some other piece of business. They escalated to a physical confrontation. I pulled my blade and cut them to ribbons. I was going for the last and most dangerous and somehow a person I love got between me and my quarry as I was delivering a killing blow. I saw the look of surprise on her face and then her throat parted. Everything in the dream came to a full stop. I screamed for minutes, for hours, for eternity. Holding her in my arms. The cops showed up, too late, and with her dead in my arms, I went after the cops hoping they would kill me. They didn’t. I was kept alive for some reason. I was trying to taunt them into taking the shot when I woke. I felt the pain in my heart as if it had been ripped out. My throat felt like I had been screaming but people in the house say no. Even now, I’m haunted by the image. I would do anything to make it not happen. Even though it was ‘only’ a dream.