For a second it’s the sound of waves instead of a car;
A jet ski motor,
I am on a lake with ghosts.
You can see right through everyone
Even me
Especially me.

Everything is in question…is this me? Is that him?
Separated from my memory, I’m left in a fractured, frightening dream.
People fall apart,
Mutilated and malfunctioning,
Circling around the lake, not sure where they are,
Or if they are…
or ever were, at all.

Luciana, 30