Insomnia and Other Waking Nightmares

I'm tired. It seems that I keep things so pent
up inside now, that it takes alot of energy. It
uses up alot of time, thinking. It has a
tendency to impinge on my sleeping habits alot,
as well. I'm tired, you know, but there are
nightmares to be had...voices to be heard.
The night is vast around me. The road is long
and deserted. The streetlights are a white scar
on the blackness of heaven,stars flicker faintly
on the periphery. It's such a long way
home...from high above and far away I see myself
walking down that road. A shock of red hair
floating from asmall pale body, I walk
determinedly into disaster. My black clothes are
a hole in the glare. With no face I travel
headlong into my horror. But from here, above, I
am well aware of when my fear stepped out of the
silent pines to walk a few paces on the road
behind me.
---- a voice says, " You stupid bitch, you
should've known better."
----another voice says, "now be a good girl,
and clean up your mess...."

by Louise Smith

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