Day Two #NaPoWriMo2019 Poem Two

By Alex McGehee

 

Dreams.

In my dreams,

I roll under a car, desperate not to be seen

By the boy in the baby blue top-down.

silent, flat, begging God to be invisible, begging for it to end. Have I just passed out

From the torture, blacked out, dreaming

When I awake?

I see the brown work boots. Around the car.

First two then six then eight, ten.

“Over here!”

I am dragged out, beaten.

I awake into my blackout.

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