I keep having this dream.
Well, I don't know if it's a dream really.
I'm- at a round about in the city.
With the exception of a few cars, driving by so fast. I only know they're cars because of the familiar sounds. I assume they can't see me because I can hardly make out their shape.
I'm warm even though I'm dressed plainly and the air is cool. I don't know my purpose here... I don't know why I'm there.
I'm facing a fountain, just standing there and...
Out of the shadows, from behind the fountain
these women appear
in long dresses that are swept this and that way by the wind.
When I see them my blood runs cold. I don't feel scared, but i want to run.
But when I try to move it's as if I've been bolted to the ground. I can't move.
And these women are making their way toward me.
I -- I close my eyes and open them
as a naive attempt to transport myself
but I'm still there and so are they.
I can see they aren't solid, hovering, at times passing through each other as they move closer and closer.
When I look one in the eyes all I see is sadness, no. Not sadness. It was despair and in the other's, wrath.
The madness is quiet and slow.
They conjoin and the force of their nature releases me from from my previous state, pushing me into a frenzied panic as I fall to the ground unable to catch myself.
I close my eyes as I fall, waiting for the end, and when I open my eyes
sunlight's breaking through