by Emily Breeds

after Professor Layton and Pandora’s Box

i’m having a nightmare – the one where i’m on an empty train and there are vampires tapping at the glass – where i start to see townspeople through the smoke outside. i feel motion sick in a still carriage – the others were all left behind – and i remember i forgot to tell you i have a fear of nausea – and vampires – the thought of losing blood and being filled with smoke so heavy i start to sink out of my body – that scares me more than you can imagine – i don’t want to haunt you – i don’t want to become fog – because i know you always forget what fog looks like until you drive through it again – so please just let me hold onto your hair – blackness between my fingers – until it passes