The cityscape before me stood graven and desolate at sundown;
then: a blinding flash and concrete turned full of stars and alien jet black.
I turned away and looked through the window blinds
and under twilight I saw Her there, as I had known Her, ever as before.
At the shoulder I turned her around and she, beaming, smiled up at me.
I held her close, clasped her hand, and we were as one as we danced supplely.
A black shadowy form—anthropomorphic—rushed towards me, jabbing me in swift succession.
The façade of familiarity or kinship in the first instant soon faded and terror permeated all through me.
Awake I seemed yet I could not move—could not move!
Screaming in silence, I put all the force I could focus into just twitching my foot.
"[—do you think I am a whore? [—]"
"A whore? No, you are not a whore—] A whore is pure self-indulgence—]"
He came as if from nowhere and caught us unawares, assailing first him then me.
I pierced his throat sidelong—hesitant thrusts at first—and his eyes turned saurian, green.
Three loud raps and I arose frightful in a sodden daze;
but no one was there at the door to hold accountable, to welcome me back.
M.M. — September MMX
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