Beneath the door I see a light
It's four am in apartment three
Muted sounds
A sealed room
I turn the knob
The door is gone
Yellow light
Kitchen floor
An old woman is at the cutting board
Just her back
Her old bent back
Short, abrupt chopping jerks
How do you like that?
I died in my sleep
Face down
Just a little dream I had
Face down
It was more than real
Face down
She turns around
Smiles up at
Laughing teeth into me
Silver gleam and out