Last night, I dreamt about monsters. Teeth and claws and bloodshot eyes rising out of the ground.
It was horrific. But it made me think of you.
Of your lazy glances and laughs-that-weren’t-really-laughs.
Of the things I wanted to shout at you.
Like — we created this monstrosity between us together so let’s take responsibility.
This Frankenstein that fell apart as soon as we took it off the operating table.
Then I woke up in a cold sweat, clenching my fists around the empty sheets next to me.
Last night, I dreamt of you.