Jekyll, Hyde! They’re After You...

Drinking coffee and pacing in the hope

that I will not fall asleep. Yesterday

I suffered from a nightmare and woke up

and though I was relieved to be in bed,

my hands were soiled, my clothes were ripped, my shoes

were caked in what looked like dry blood and mud.

The basement to the tenement building

where I keep to myself was open and

I took the opportunity to burn

my belongings. I don’t know why I fear.

I cannot remember anything, but

what if I did commit unspeakable

acts while I slept? Who would condemn me? In

the dream, I hunted the wretched refuse.

I helped them with their yearning to be free

and besides, it was all just a nightmare…