07/27/05

You came to me in the night. Tall, broad shoulders, beautiful. Firefighter’s uniform glistening in the growing blaze around us. “Come with me,” you say, reaching out your hand. And I know you aren’t here to save, but to destroy me. “Angel, may I tell him one last time?” You smile, and hand me a black phone receiver. “Hello?” he answers. “It’s me. It’s time, and I’m leaving.” “How did he come to you,” he asks. “Firefighter. I must go. I love you, now and always.” You hang up the phone, as the blaze consumes me – yet I feel no pain. And you escort me from my Death, to new Life.

07/26/05

A young woman bends to peer into a crib, and suddenly the crib turns into an aquarium. She is too far bent over and her feet dangle in the air. She cannot pull herself or her head out of the water. Suddenly an onslaught of bubbles from the unseen depths rush to caress her panicked face. Brunette hair swirls in the water, dancing with the turbulent water. And following the bubbles are hundreds of cockroaches, desperate to cling to her skin’s surface. And she can do absolutely nothing to stop their progress. Tangled tendrils of hair and kicking insect legs – bubbles of air and screaming terror. And there she drowns. Mouth agape, leaving a cavernous entrance for the roaches to claim . . .