I dreamt of fire.
Silent movie screams,
the hissing of flames,
in a two room house.
I wasn't alone.
There were children, 2 maybe three.
Arms wrapped around for protection,
numb to everything but the fear.
White fire, red sparks.
The flames seemed almost human,
childlike in play.
There was a wall between us.
Smoke seeping in like ether.
We huddled in the quiet, patient and anxious.
A startling bell breaks through the barriers between here and there
And like an explosion I am awake,
gasping for breath.