Walking past the parting of the snakes
Onto the tomb of the Father
She read the teachings of the stones
The lessons etched on her heart
When she turned away from the stones
The snakes beseech her not to leave them be
She walked the earth a living lesson
The stones behind her crumbled
Reem woke up sweaty in the hospital. She felt oddly calm and collected. She couldn't understand it. The same dream of the poem that she once sang to herself as a child came back to haunt her. It must be silly to be here with all these people in this building. She wanted to be isolated with just a few. She was just given this bed before they gave her a personal room in the nearest psyc ward.
How precious was she? Cancer perks were given to her as easy as pie. Close to the ward but not in the ward. It must be hard being and seeing this all. She was failing miserably until she had these dreams. She got better and better until she was on remission. Remission mission is what she used to call it. She was never afraid of death. She was though, afraid of insanity. That is what brought her today. She was afraid of mirrors all the time and she was left with all this to ponder when she was on remission. What is a reflection but a conduit to another place. They really should take down that stupid Taoist thing there, but that was neither here or there. She just had to break down in China of all places, she really had to go back to Ireland to her doctor and figure out what is wrong.
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