In The Night

In the still of night
a shrill scream
just one
then...hush.



Morning dawns
zombie like motions
green eyes I don't recall
stare at a face that's not mine.

Trembling fingers
lather skin too tanned
the tattoo....
surely not mine?

But wait...
fog clearing
for a moment only
...the needle...

Focus...focus

Head thumping
clouds return
pictures flash
yet elude...

Hair color wrong
style perfect but...
but what?
...not mine...

Cold tiles on damp skin
sliding slowly down
I crouch
tasting salt.

Panic mounts
heart pounding
piercing scream
"Who am I"?

Focus...focus

The needle....