Nightmare

and so i rode on the white car and someone
was driving who does not talk, it was strange
there was this typhoon that kept on coming
and i was holding on the door of the car
and it was raining hard on the winding
and slippery road towards nowhere
fog and mist and a bunch of rain and wind
and then i heard the sound of the car falling on
a cliff and then
there was something that was as absolute as
involuntary silence.
all the fears vanished.

i woke up.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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