Monday, December 22, 2014


What is my nightmare?
I’m in an office building,
somewhere in New York City.
I hear explosions.
I look out the window.
Planes are dropping bombs.
Buildings are bursting into flames.
People are screaming around me.
I run down the stairs,
caught in a mass of people.
All intent on escaping.
To where, we don’t know.
I run down the streets.
Bombs keep falling.
I see a bridge in the distance.
Then it’s gone.
It exploded.
All that’s left are flames.
What is happening?
Are we under attack?
I close my eyes.
I open them again.
I can see my room.
Thank god it was only a nightmare.
I swear I could still smell the smoke.
A strange holiday nightmare.

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