This was one of the most vivid dreams I’ve had for a while…probably because I like to do this kind of running-away-and-hiding thing with actual people in real life. Not because I don’t want to talk to them, but just as a sort of game with myself if I’m bored.
I am beauty trapped
In the castle of the beast.
As in all the stories, he isn’t
Unkind, but
It’s awkward to talk to him,
And he talks every time I see him.
I flee awkward situations.
Luckily the castle is
A maze of unlocked doors and
Spiral stairwells – when he opens
One, I dart through another,
Keep up the chase until he stops.
But tonight he catches sight of me
Too close,
Unexpected,
And I dive down a stairwell but
Don’t choose the right door,
Leaving me alone
With him
In a drawing room with a couch.
He speaks so softly, and really I don’t
Hate him, but when I sit next to him
Like he asks, all I feel is
Guilt that all I do is run away,
Guilt that I cause him pain,
Guilt that he still can’t touch me
Because I don’t forgive him
Even though I wish I could.
This is why
When we part, I find
A pathway he doesn’t use,
And run.