I Dreamt from Fire by Christopher Bell

Lay down in the
thick green weeds
small grey wool suit
pressed and clean
hold my knife
til I see the whites of their eyes

lay down in the
sharp grass leaves
my stomach burns
muscles strain
grab him by the throat
hold him down


I dreamt it was summer
she was dancing in her dress
I dreamt of our children
the house was a mess

the carpet was crimson
like a cast of steel
that silently weighted down
the pace of my heels


will you whimper
give into my pride
will you scream out
or just silently die
I like to see some spirit left
in my kill

So Lay down in the
tall grass leaves
wait your turn
till you see
the fear in his eyes
stay still in the
tall grass leaves


I dreamt it was summer
she was dancing in her dress
I dreamt of our children
the house was a mess

the carpet was crimson
like a cast of steel
that silently weighted down
the pace of my heels

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