Who’s Nightmare


I have been able to tell if he is lying. Not consciously but in my dreams.

I sit on top of him as he lay down, asked him to tell me the truth. With a smile, he said he would never lie again. I stabbed him over and over again. He could not move. Blood spurting out of his body. I asked him again, he said he was telling the truth. I gave him more until he became weak. I saw you, I told him. I told you don’t lie, I screamed.

Then I slit his throat.

I never regretted that nightmare.

But he will.

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