I once dreamed of a man
Who killed people
With needles.
I tipped a glass and it slid
onto my hand.
Shiny and scary.
I was responsible for
solving the crime,
Exposing the
Needle-death-man.
I was disturbed,
when I scared myself
awake,
by the strange responsibility
placed on myself
The burden of
fixing it All.
And now I am free,
but who will check the glasses
for the silent sliver?
I have left the
Needle-death-man
roaming free.
11/21/09
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