Her childhood best friend’s old yellow house. Unfamiliar voices overlap one another. Twenty years later, she enters the home at night, holding her resurrected imaginary friend’s lightweight hand.
Jarring music, dark like the dim room
Barely reveal the side view of a face
Eyes half open
Meanwhile, a current lover
Doesn’t recognize her
There goes an unfulfilling attempt to scream
Silent mouth open wide
The shrieks in her head refuse to come out
She is invisible behind the curtains of her own eyelids.