i dreamt of death,
my soul ferried by a faceless aberration,
black, permanence, the.
i stood at the doorstep and the world was animated,
the gray-brown fence in the distance, a disturbing contrast to the aqua-green lawn,
the world bathed in sickening, pale white light from streetlamps overhead.
i watched cigarette smoke rested in stasis, air too hot and humid for it to rise,
drops of rain pierced through its cloud like an angel’s spear,
then it spiraled , moving forward, incomplete and full of holes,
after some unknown time it faded from its trauma.