the crystal (Part One of a True Experience)
she came to my dream -
a frightening silhouette
of a curly hair woman
a overbearing figure
in chilling silence
at the haunted fashion store
i closed down years back
twice she visited me in my dream
that same night
by the road she had stood
in a long bright eerie lacy red gown
her ghastly presence was so overpowering
my hair stood on ends
i saw her somber face this time
a cold face chiselled
probably by years of loneliness
i ordered my friend to drive fast
but fast as we could
she suddenly flew, she flew...
her bright red gown
flapping fiercely in the wind
my fear ran into a spasm
and in a split second
my expectations came true
she had opened the door
to sit right behind us
the world churned
i awoke to a dark room
in the dead silence of night
and a sweaty chill that has
not visited me for a long long time
and.....i began to touch the
round lovely crystal
i bought just a night ago
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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