the beauty in a nightmare

Jun 13

The beauty in a nightmare by Maxime Williamson

i jolt awake

breathing heavily

my chest heaving up and down

my thoughts racing

wondering if the blood trickling down my forehead

was still there

or if it were just

a nightmare

my fingers slowly move up to touch my skin

to gently wipe away the blood

my half-asleep mind has told me to believe

was still there

i look down at my two fingers

there was no blood

and there never was

so i cry

i cry

desperately sad that my dream is no reality

i run to the mirror

hoping that somehow i missed something

and one look is all it takes

for me to grin at the crimson red tears trickling out of my eyes

they make me happy

and so i smile

at how i made

my nightmare a reality

most would not see

the beauty in a nightmare

but i do

and i smile

Fictional Facade