BrokenEchoes

  My soul aches The dull pain seeps into my body Drains my spirit Breaks my heart I am no longer myself But a broken, misshapen version Of who I once was.

  I dreamed a series of stories That I wanted to write down There was a snake that I killed and ate And a fenced field of tigers That I herded and cared for I murdered to protect my family And murdered witnesses afterwards Upon waking the dream evaporated Leaving only water spots of disconnected details The stories are no longer there To make sense of them.

 ***   I am a single heartbeat of a living world Duration- a blink Contribution- the same as countless others Without my existence A single missed beat A heart skip Would be the only evidence of my absence.