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
She turns around, smiles up at
My mouth, head shakes
Laughing teeth into me
Silver gleam and out
Face down, just a little dream I had
Face down, it was more than real

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