Open Heart Surgery

Teddy.15




Is it so much to ask
just to have one happy dream? 
I mean, without my excruciating grief creeping in
through the open window
that's been left ajar below,
slithering up the stairs
as if he was a lost and hungry snake
searching for Medusa 
eventually slithering up the leg of my old oak bed
resting right beside me
as I dream my loss? 
is it too much to ask,
that for once 
I actually have a pleasant dream
one that isn't painted black in gore
awakening me breathlessly in terror? 
 
 
 
 


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