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When I Dream They Come

when I dream they come the mist rolls in thick   their long black robes swirl pinpricks down my spine their heavy boots thud pinpricks down my spine their nails scratch the trees pinpricks down my spine   their long black robes swirl shrill laughter pierces ringing through the air shrill laughter pierces no one else can hear shrill laughter pierces   the mist rolls in thick when I dream they come


Originally posted on Xanku:
You could reconstruct my life From the things I’ve retained A toy and some books Some jewelry some art A childhood game. Some things I have kept And some have kept me A ring from my mother A gift from my ex An unknown key That I can’t throw away Because I just may Find the lock that it fitted Full of treasure or memory One of these days. I see them through eyes Through the years, as I changed From child to student To woman to crone Am I who I am, Or just what I’ve owned? From the dverse prompt of 8/20/19

Dr. Goodnight

No matter what I’m doing, I’m listening. Especially at work. I can type an email, answer a call, fill out a report, and eavesdrop on a conversation with ease. And since I have an unusual job that includes high level work, like overseeing the debt collections efforts for 15 managers, and the more entry level task of manning a reception desk at the same time, I overhear a lot. Last week an executive waiting for the elevator turned to the colleague he with and said, “I think this meeting is going to go well, but it’s a shame Dr. Goodnight couldn’t make it.” Dr. Goodnight? Who the hell is that? I have mentioned before that I can’t name the gigantic corporation I work for, but I can assure you, we are not in the healthcare industry. And what a name, fit for a Bond villain, or perhaps an assassin. Now I want to name every villian I write in a story Dr. Goodnight.