And Someone Whispered in My Ear, “wake up, your flesh burns”

Both nightmare and dream, alike, coursing down my spine and recalling the red marks of burns residual to the casual escapade of a hot shower that imprints itself — I feel both the run-away vibrations and physicality of my pinkie toe. But when I woke up, I saw three pairs of eyes staring down at me as the fan did laps over my head. And didn’t it feel like something else entirely? And wouldn’t you know, I see it so clear.