You'll Find Out

There's a darkness in me. There's a sizzling cesspit buried deep within me. Here I keep my hate and my anger. It's only in the most desperate times I let the raving beast within me free. Only chosen people see this foul monster, this withering temperament.

With pupils widening I run forth towards the group of onlookers. I'm tearing out strands of my hair and leaping through the air towards their shuffling steps, their terrified faces.
'Let this be the end of this' I scream and flick out my hands as claws spring from the tips of my fingers like bloody polished daggers.


I open my watery blue eyes and stare upwards at the blue sky. The sun is dazzling. I can barely see it. I stare at my hands. It's the dreams again. I'm so glad they're not real. What would happen if I really did hurt those people?

It dawns on me that the paradise I live in seems vast. I'm skipping along with a big grin on my face and wondering what to do. Maybe I'll make daisy chains and eat butter scones and play in the grass.

I'm skipping through the woods, my blue denim jeans falling down from my waist. I tie the loop of white string to keep them up. Why is there no-one here?

It grips me like a hurricane. The shaking leaves of the quivering bush resemble my own fear as the tall man steps out. He walks towards me as I gasp open mouthed.
'Take this' he says, passing me a single claw. I stare up at him as he chuckles like a friendly giant. 'It seems dreams aren't all poppycock like we'd choose to believe' he tells me.

I'm looking at the claw. As I look up I ask
'What does this me...' He's gone. The trees around me quake and the wind blows my blond hair awry. What does it mean?