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Writer's pictureArianna Odinec

Dream of Fear

Scared? Are you scared? Scared to open yourself

Up into this world of fear where

Pixels fill your mind and surround your

Head and make you not dizzy but confusedUntil you toss and turn and shut your eyes

Open and shut the pressure ties

Force your body to shutter

Your heart too engulfed

And surrounded

It pumps and pumps it lies

It is lying 

It says you are still alive with its constant 

Beat as you shrivel with tears

And you rock back and forth 

hold tight and squeeze until

Your hands turn a purplish red

Until your mind pours and goes forth without you 

Until you no longer feel the time go by until you squeeze your fists and your eyes until 

You cannot feel the pump of your pumping heart. Did you die?

Every song- every life you have ever lived rings

And blossoms as everything you have ever known

Or loved  

Is destroyed in the chaos that you have created

That you will destroy

And you will find a way to sway and sway

Back and forth purple and red and your heart beat disappears with the rhythm of the turning earth turning red

Which you can now feel through your veins

Through your fiery veins- they burrow

underneath

Your cold, lifeless skin

And everything stops


You are now in 

A beautiful meadow 

Little specks of water rest on each blade of grass

They grow 

With you

Lying on the grass

Greener than you can imagine. I promise you

I promise you there is a woman 

Or maybe a man, or maybe just

A voice. You don’t let it sway you to question

This beautiful green grass but it reminds you 

It reminds you of the tons and tons

Of life you have left to rot

It is not rotting you say to yourself

You are resting

You say to yourself

You don’t want to go back

So you don't. You lie resting in this meadow

But soon restless you lie. You notice no other people

You find no other people. Where is your mother?

You don’t know, but part of you knows

Maybe the part that you left to rot

That is now gone because

You decided to “rest”

To obsess 

You are scared again. 

You want your mommy like when you were a 

child. No longer are you resting or even restless 

you are lost and reviled by

A shiver which runs down your back you

Wish and hope to escape your

Body you know something is 

Wrong. Something is off 

Something is off with you-- with this meadow

You toss and turn to the rhythmless rhythm

You ruthlessly destroyed before

In this perfect green pasture with this perfect

Green sky, what is wrong with you?

What is wrong? The frame shakes as if it tries to move

You are shaking now and itching

to leave your body on the ground. You wonder and you ask and you

Yell to a non-existent crowd

You yell loud and

It makes no noise or maybe it does but 

You can’t really tell because 

the sky might’ve just eaten your cries and yells

it is now tinted an orangish yellow

Feverishly familiar to the cries which it engulfs

From you, lying scared on the ground

As if a fire had erupted far away 

Or a hurricane will in the future

Something lingers in the air

Smell smoke, smells you cannot bare

They torture

By filling your nostrils your eyes 

but the sky is still blue- though it has a tint and the sun does still shine- though not as bright 

You are sure of this smoke in this field where

The grass is still green and the sky is still blue

You are sure of the tint of yellow

No one can see except you

Don't whine your mother used to 

Tell you but not anymore

You are older now and you no longer live

In this meadow and you no longer

Live under this blue sky even though

You have not moved away

Because there is something wrong with 

You

There is something wrong with you.

Not like before where you grew and

Aged out of your fear to lose

Your mother was scared for you

Now she is scared of you

Scared because there is something wrong

With you

You are scared again.

Mother? Is my mother in this fire

You run but something stops you

Your heart goes too fast, faster than you

It escapes your body

But instead of a gnawing red, bloody heart staining the green pasture

Which you are trying to escape, the heart just disappears

Into the ground 

You wish it hadn’t 

This time the yell comes out

You want a blemish on the ground to overt people 

away from you so you

Your heart lies again it lies against

Your need for attention and reinforcement

Then again you are alone so what difference would it make?

What difference would it make

If people look or don’t 

If no one is here to be shook

Now you are surely not alive

If your heart has disappeared

But you still breath and remember

The voice. You remember there is a voice

Now there is no voice. Now you can move.

But each step- each movement is louder then it 

Should be exacerbated as colors and bullets

Which erupt into your being and your

Ears you can not hear your thoughts 

echoes echo just around you

The orange tint of the sky escapes into your body you close your eyes

You can only hear and smell fire. Fire that was once far away is now in you

It smothers you, it engulfs you

The fire that killed your mother or maybe

Did not kill her but just harmed her

The fire that killed your mother kills you

And you are scared to close your eyes

Because the yells don’t stop and the ground keeps

Falling and this pasture disappears and you disappear

And you finally see your mom

And she is on the pasture yelling and scratching the ground

You see her from below and above

Now you are the voice but she doesn’t listen

And all this time you forgot to breathe.

So you do that.

You breath

In and out and in and out come waves which wash away 

This fantasy

But you zoom out. A pixelated dream you can not quite make out

You are still scared

Scared 

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