Projected Reality

Awakened from a startling dream Remembering the scene that dazed A projection it would someday seem Would speculation raise Flying high above the ground She soars above her home Previously a rented space But now it was alone A Frisbee on the neighbours roof The chimney burned coal black She sees this almost instantly With Dead dogs in the back. Returning to her rented home Remembering the dream that waked Dreading truth and on her own Bad feelings she would shake Passing by her neighbours’ She spots a flying disc No car within her driveway And occupancy missed Once inside with shivers She noticed the soot They left the fire burning From dinner they had put In disbelief she took a stroll And stepped into the yard Dead puppies strewn to her surprise In haunting disregard Fables they do come and go Remembering what seems to sway But tales of truth like this I quote Are taken to the grave.