I saw my younger half sister in my dream last night.
that...[ enter several profane words here]
She stood in a doorway, with a light at her back. She seemed bigger than normal. Fatter. not taller.
She breathed heavily. Seething. Steam. spit and vitriol. I didn't care what she was saying. it didnt matter. I just needed to get as far away from her as possible.
I moved her and the doorway she stood in from the room to the outside with a wave of my hand.
Instead of standing in front of me she stood a few flights down and outside, Banging at the brownstone door, demanding to be let in. Her green paper gown was no protection from the city winds. Proper attire for a madwoman. The streets seem to taper off at the edges of my eye. As if the other side were just some cardboard stands.
I took every item I owned and loved including my husband and stuffed them { delicately } into a box.
I mailed it off by clapping my hands together . It was sent to maryland, where My older sister lives.
She's much more trust worthy.
I go out the back door alleyway where my car is parked and suddenly I've pulled up to the thrift shop my older sister is in, hundreds of miles away from my home. I'd not even started the ignition yet.
I walk in franticly, thinking she'd consigned my precious things away. but she hadn't. She had my box of everything in her hand. We woman at the counter was giving her a hard time so I offered to resolve the issue and drive her home before the storm came in.
the storm that would precede my paper gowned half sister.
i think the other half of her is demon. or sociopath. perhaps an infection of the soul or brain.
same difference.
as we drove down an unusually long road , the clouds were pierced with long black building sized icicles. they staked the road ahead. One after the other like giant nails along a railroad. Lightening spat from the skies. We weaved around them. Suddenly I was reunited with my husband and we watched as the car bobbed and weaved down the road.
I no longer wanted to be on that journey.
time to wake up.
that...[ enter several profane words here]
She stood in a doorway, with a light at her back. She seemed bigger than normal. Fatter. not taller.
She breathed heavily. Seething. Steam. spit and vitriol. I didn't care what she was saying. it didnt matter. I just needed to get as far away from her as possible.
I moved her and the doorway she stood in from the room to the outside with a wave of my hand.
Instead of standing in front of me she stood a few flights down and outside, Banging at the brownstone door, demanding to be let in. Her green paper gown was no protection from the city winds. Proper attire for a madwoman. The streets seem to taper off at the edges of my eye. As if the other side were just some cardboard stands.
I took every item I owned and loved including my husband and stuffed them { delicately } into a box.
I mailed it off by clapping my hands together . It was sent to maryland, where My older sister lives.
She's much more trust worthy.
I go out the back door alleyway where my car is parked and suddenly I've pulled up to the thrift shop my older sister is in, hundreds of miles away from my home. I'd not even started the ignition yet.
I walk in franticly, thinking she'd consigned my precious things away. but she hadn't. She had my box of everything in her hand. We woman at the counter was giving her a hard time so I offered to resolve the issue and drive her home before the storm came in.
the storm that would precede my paper gowned half sister.
i think the other half of her is demon. or sociopath. perhaps an infection of the soul or brain.
same difference.
as we drove down an unusually long road , the clouds were pierced with long black building sized icicles. they staked the road ahead. One after the other like giant nails along a railroad. Lightening spat from the skies. We weaved around them. Suddenly I was reunited with my husband and we watched as the car bobbed and weaved down the road.
I no longer wanted to be on that journey.
time to wake up.
