She held on tightly
To her dreams
Only to find herself holding just
A handful
Of dust.

Desperately trying to impel
Herself forward
She sped back
Into endless darkness;
The tunnel sucked her in and down –
And then there was the fire…

The hissing of the flames
Rang in her ears,
A whispering, hollow sound –
A nightmare of demonic voices
Taunting, deriding her till

She could scarcely breathe
Or move
While cruel eyes observed
Her – dispassionately.

By Maureen Oliver (c)

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