Thursday, May 1, 2025

A Starring Role In Nightmares

You were never asked to take the stage
but there you are, stealing the show.
Night after night, my subordinate role,
a fluttering, burning moth in your spotlight.

Producer, director, and star
of every nightmare, every night,
fear tailored in familiar costumes,
posing behind flats of painted lies.

You haven't aged,
the scenes the same,
the way you loom,
the way my name
spills from your mouth,
dissolves into something
no longer mine.

When morning breaks,
the curtain falls.

I walk offstage
past your name
on a crumpled playbill.

Whole again.

 

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