And, as if the hypnotist
had snapped Her bony finger,
we were back.
But I fought back,
I continued to dream.
But he did not.
He became part of Her,
and the crumpled machine.
I was what was referred to as a lost cause.
Just because I wasn't everyone,
I was lost.
I still to this day remember the feeling,
slightly behind the navel.
It was a feeling that was mine.
I was protective, and have never,
until this day, spoken of it.
Had I known I would be writing of it,
for all to see,
I would have stopped myself from feeling it,
but I had no choice.
He felt it too.
And he told Her,
which was my first mistake.
I would never stop dreaming.
And then, with a surge of power,
the joints elongated,
and I stopped dreaming.
And there I stood,
towering over them.