A fractured memory

Waking up on a cold brown leather sofa

not knowing who I am

a man and women ask me how I am?

I ask them if they have any children?

they say no

then a child comes in from the voids light

it’s her birthday

she says I will never drive a car as knight rider plays on tv

then she asks for a sister and two appear

more birthday girls although one older and one younger

Years on I went to that house

a girl not the same one says “something terrible happened here to you

because of you!

I hear it in the whispers on the telephone” she says.

I see visions of the man being arrested

how did I get home?

memories fragmented

this waking dream won’t relent

I am prevented from seeing what happened…

By Dan Hooks AKA Alienpoet

www.alienpoet.com