Malevolence
Dreams, they say, are portals to our inner thoughts.
She stood over the body of her friend,
her breathing quickening with every drop of blood.
Gashes and lacerations painted her friend’s body,
resembling a surgical mishap.
“Kerry,” she whispered through hushed cries,
clutching the blade still.
Kerry lifelessly lay on the bed,
Such a sweet girl lying there ruined.
She knelt down, holding her friend, screaming.
Kerry’s eyes flickered open and she felt
the very knife pierce her neck.
The screams of the fantasy world echoed out in reality;
she sat up and saw Kerry sleeping happily.
Bizarre dreams of malevolence, or were they desires?