A mirage of breath
on a hot night.
Steam rose from
her lips as she spoke.
My heart gave way in
intervals—before it
broke.
A dream perhaps? It must
have been.
Yet the scars feel real,
they’re raised from when—
The verbal knife, plunged
past the ribs and lacerated
my heart.
I’m ready to wake now,
from this dream I never
asked to take part…