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“I Dreamt Of Being Tortured” by Trevor Witt

I dreamt of being tortured,
Stabbed over and over,
With a butter knife,
Pressed into my skin,
Under my left collar bone,
Next to my shoulder,
Into my stomach as well.
Maybe it is the nightmare of the current war,
Seeping into my dreams like toxic sludge,
Or maybe it was memories of middle school,
When classmates through small rocks at me in PE,
Or maybe it was flashbacks to the times my parents were yelling,
Late at night, because my private school tuition was costing them and arm and a leg,
Maybe it was a premonition about the horrifying experiences faced by POWs,
It felt like torture, dreaming of being prodded, poked, and stabbed.

And surprisingly, in my dream,
It was an imaginary ex-girlfriend,
A stalker who would not let me go.

Then I woke up, after three hours of sleep,
With no girlfriend, no war, no one beside me,
Only the dark night and the cool, quiet breeze, with nowhere to go.