When did we drift so far apart?
The space between us is a chasm
Opened wide, out flow Pandora’s demons
A cracked tundra under a blackened sky
Let’s just agree to disagree, okay?
Nature, brought to you by capitalism.
we live virtual lives
this you must accept
your face glares at screens
dead poets stare back
with doom-soaked hair
they beat you into clay
to be molded into
(Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash)
Here’s my attempt at a scary short story about what happens when you infiltrate peoples’ nightmares – and the consequences that come from doing so.
“Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.” – Sigmund Freud
Dylan yawned, leaned back in his chair. It was another late night at the Nightmare Center, but at least he was collecting overtime. The entire year had been full of late nights, for obvious reasons. The election had peoples’ unconscious selves falling apart at the seams.
“Still here?” Amari asked, bags under her eyes.
“Unfortunately,” Dylan said. “I’m working a double.”
“It never ends.”