Cerise Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 When I woke from my dream my hand was on fire. It blazed like a stick of wood and I put it out the same way I would put out a torch: by beating it against the dusty ground. When I looked afterwards, it was no longer my hand. I could tell that it wasn’t mine, blackened and twisted as it was. My bones had never smoked in such a way. I remember thinking that someone had done this as a joke. Somehow, I thought, someone, some BASTARD has taken my hand and replaced it with this birds claw. Behind me, my house was also burning. But then I saw it was not my house. It was a garbage dump. It was a dust heap. It was a refuge for rodents. In the house which was not my house I could see bits of things. Arms and legs that no longer belonged to my children. A scrap of cloth that no longer belonged to my wife’s dress. I could see many bits of things. Two men came down the road in black suits. They looked at me. I looked at them. Help me, I said. They looked at me. Shirts pressed and blinding white And they looked at me. What is that, one of them asked the other, pointing. The other just frowned. Shook his head. I am a man, I said. I waved the arm that was not mine. You must help me, I said. I am a man. It was when they left me sitting in the dust that I realized. I was not a man after all. I was a statistic. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pitchu Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 Ah, Cerise. You've done it again, Darlin' -- touched me so. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
I Broke Free Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 Cerise, What I felt…. Pain, anger, sadness, resignation, poignancy Thank you, it was wonderful. IBF Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vigile Posted June 24, 2005 Share Posted June 24, 2005 In the house which was not my houseI could see bits of things. Wow, you are a really great writer. The attention to detail and your ability to not lose focus is incredible. In the house which was not my house... I waved the arm that was not mine. Just incredible. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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