She jammed a large
potato peeler
right into her jaw
and worked it up
higher and higher,
trying to reach her brain.
The blood,
he said,
the blood,
pure red
and terrifying.
His dream was about
resurrection.
He was a dolphin
and something or someone
was showing him
exactly what would happen
to his mother,
to his family,
if he pursued
his dream
too quickly.
Hopefully
he recognizes this
and realizes that
the torment he faces
almost everyday
is nothing
compared
to what we will feel
when he is gone.
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