The Guillotine
Every night, the same vision Persisting amongst swirling lights Wind tearing through houses The Fates reading our last rites. I awake in a cold sweat Inhale deep, exhale slow, Try to calm myself Try to ignore the crow. This morning feels off Something dark hangs in the air I can already hear the sirens And the neighbors in prayer. I gaze out the window and to my utter shock The winds from my dream Rip through houses without a knock. Every single night I've run away From the guillotine over us And though I may regret it He really isn't worth the fuss. I take my cat and run Leaving my father behind The winds pick up their pace His death certificate seems signed. We cower together Hoping to be spared Should I have brought him too? Should I have cared? Visions from beyond Keeping me alive Maybe an unfair warning, Maybe intuition overdrive.
Image: Unsplash - Airis Noyer
This piece was written for day 3 of the Halls of Pandemonium challenge put on by Bradley Ramsey.
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Chill, Mina. Chills.
Holy wow Mina, you are the chill 👑 my gosh....this is fantastic.