I dreamt of my ex,
and my ex laughing.
I dreamt of horrors, each stacked upon the others,
like mating monsters.
I dreamt I was trying to deliver misshapen parcels
to tiny mailboxes
in a dark room,
And all the names were wrong, and of dead people,
interred inside the walls, throats filled with dust and plaster.
I dreamt of enormous violent insects
which ate each other's faces.
I dreamt they had zebra stripes and fish mouths, gaping.
I hit them in the eyes with a hammer
I dreamt that they wrought horrors too sickening to tell;
I dreamt that I failed to save my children.
I dreamt of my ex
and my ex laughing;
of exoskeletons and murder and shame.
I dreamt of these things over and over,
all in one night, like an exorcism.
I awoke, ill and afraid,
in a still, dark room that was orderly and quiet and untouched by these things,
Ten years removed from you, wrapped in my own life,