A/N: Argh. I wrote this ages ago. Tell me what you think.
THE DREAM
She wakes
Sarah
Stirred from sleep
By her name
Sarah
He's sat on the end of the bed
In the cell
Her cell
Her padded cell
He holds her tight
Tight and soft
Soft and tight
Murmuring soft
You know
You know it'll happen
But you know that it shouldn't
Suddenly he's gone
Warm embrace left cold
And then she knows
She knows
The clock is ticking
She runs out
The hallway
Sterile White
Limbo for the dead of mind
His retreating form
Tiny
Chases it
Makes it grow
She cries out
He ne'r turns
Ne'r flinches
Invisible
Insubstantial
Follows
Hall
After hall
After hall
Last hall
Outside
Playground
Children
Six and under
Playing with their mamas
In the sun
Desperately
She beats the chain-link fence
Screaming – no sound
Shrieking – no pitch
Bomb drops
Knew it would
It Does
Red
Black
Black, red
Red sky
Black children
Like burnt paper
Shockwave
All flies apart
As ash
Like dead leaves on the wind
