Dreaming people who hurt me.
No matter how much control –
Or lucidity –
I master.
Nightmares in staccato,
Changing out of nowhere.
Twisted churning of my mind.
I never hurt them.
No matter how hot my anger.
Even when my rage is truly raging.
Shackling myself even then,
From gifting them oblivion.
Nightmares In Staccato.
