Squandrous

Favorite Nightmare

Helpless,
I am assaulted.

Razor blades on my skin
A pocket knife in my heart
Body doused with scalding water.

All the while
She smiles at me:
More painful than any corporal attack.

I can not smile back.

Helpless,
I am assaulted.
Wincing.
Writhing in pain.

Until I wake up.
Shaking. Sweating. Out of breath.

I wait for the nightmare to return;
I long to see her smiling face again.