The Grave Dream

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I dreamed
And saw her
Naked
Trembling
Lost
In the woods of some enormous, unknown forest

I wanted to run to her
To comfort
Clothe
And protect her
But I remembered how many times
I’d tried to do that
In other dreams
And in life
And how
She’d always
Pushed me away
How she could not hear
My voice
Anymore

So instead
I just watched
Telling myself
I would keep an eye out
And if any danger came
I would defend her

She bent down
And began to claw the dirt
Urgently digging
A hole
With bare hands
I didn’t understand
At first
Then suddenly
She was using a shovel
And I realized
What was happening
At that moment
An evil wind
Of living darkness
Blew through the trees
With a faint
But clear
Sound
Of diabolical laughter
And an unnatural night
Fell
On everything
The frigid wind
Touched