Get Out

Snap, clap, bite

Maybe you'll wake up

to a small mercy raining heavily

on your roof

or maybe you won't.

I don't care. Don't ask me to.

You don't feel the pain

You don't feel the sting

of your palms

and itching of your fingers

the blood on your lips

and the pinch of your nails

in your arms.

Don't come to me with this. You're the one dreaming.

Are you dreaming? 

Or is this an elaborate solution, an asinine attempt

at insanity?

Maybe you are insane. It'd make sense.

I actually like sane people.

Are you dying maybe?

The life before the end?

Why are you staring at me?

You’re the odd one out.

You’re unwelcome. You’re the one dreaming.

I live here.

Wake up. If you can.

If you can’t,

better make peace with the locals.

They don’t seem to like you

Get out. We don’t want you here.

This is your dream, but its our home

And you can’t have it.

Blink. The sun is too bright this morning.

Get up. Get standing. 

Pray you wake up tomorrow.