Dream or Reality

Dream or Reality

Helen Proskow

The women in front of me in the line

            Stood there

                        Fragile, Forgotten,

Bruised, Broken down,

                                                Being.

I could hear the faint whispers flowing through her lips… “My friends die…”

I sighed thinking she was singing

                        A sudden Giggle shot out with a

Burst of frightening yell “THEY DO NOT SPEAK!”

                        I thought as I stepped back “this Bitch is crazy.”

I wish for this to finish.

  As the line moved the woman who is              

Unsteady trembles,

Shaking,

Breaking,

Down,

Down,

 Down,

 Her body floated to the ground.

 Lying there like a shattered vase, filled with belligerent craze, still in one piece.

 I stood there dumbfounded

    As I’m rifling through the pockets of my mind,

Screams filled the room, Gunshots hit the Walls,            and Blood flowed like tears on a Widows face in the aisles,      

Darkness fell through my veins.

 Silence drenched the atmosphere, my eyes snapped wide,

Blinded             by        the        white               

Room.