“FALL FROM GRACE” by Shawhouse

Last night I dreamed that you made love to me on a bed of white jasmine
and red rose. Thorns didn’t exist in this dream fortunately; the bed was one
of paradise’s productions. And when I dressed myself outside in the night—
in dreams, I suppose, that is the norm—I noticed a man noticing me, and
then shivered in the chill of my blood running cold. My lips moved in the
shape of your name but as the stranger approached no sound emerged. But
you did. I saw you in the yard—outside, in the dark, between the man and
me—with a bucketful of stones that were white and gleaming, some of them
round as skulls, and others roughly chiseled in the shapes of crosses. You
crouched and pummeled the man with the stones until he disappeared. Try as
I might, I couldn’t wake up. But that’s all right. At least I have you here.

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