The hissing of steam in a strange alley,
a glint of moonlight on five dripping needles,
a quick shadowy movement,
I scream, fall into myself, and there's nothing.
Serenity, the far off echo of dripping water,
and ''wham'' like a rabid Alabama wild dog, she's in my face
slamming five hypodermic needles in my neck, thunk.....
I'm awake? Heart throbbing, I turn on the light,
look over at the stuffed parakeet on my sleeping cap and say,
''Hey I think I have another character for ''Creators Masters Series''
Through the Mirror, Darkly
-brom-
