Saturnine

I had the bird dream again. It never changes; the eternal corridor with the blinding light. I vary my direction but it’s always there. Hours pass, or maybe seconds. A silent world apart from my own haltering breath. Adrenaline surges. The quiet is crushed by wingbeats and the chatter of its cruel bill. I run from the cruel talons until my heart bursts and the light fades to black.

It waits for me there, always. Some nights I don’t sleep. It’s killing me.