winnie's e-journal - Set 6: the dream where in the pooll
The dream where:
In the pool I found my childhood friend’s head all blue and grey
Head only, tossed away in the same place where I just won the 100 metre butterfly stroke
An underwater scream, my tears wash away
with blue chlorine
I wish her back to life, like frozen goldfish reanimating in a toilet bowl
But nothing happens
(In the background, a piano melody)
I am brought to the change-room where we watch each other’s backs
There is a murderer somewhere, and we need to keep our heads. I trust no one.
A change of clothes later, my blonde competitor loses her legs.
Avert your eyes from the blood, the look on her face as she slides off her legs
To the tiled floor, still alive and grimaced in pain
I want to throw up.
(I am in a nightmare and I want to wake)
We eat breakfast, or is it dinner in the aftermath of murder.
The gaping emptiness of being numb will be settled by a meal.
I am sad first, hungry second.
(No, I am only sad)
We sit as though waiting for the dead to arrive
How inconvenient for them to arrive late
We wonder what could’ve happened to delay their return
(in the background, I hear a song)
I hear a voice and it tells me, Everything in it’s right
place.
Everything is as it should be, and I am sad.
And I wake.