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Life of Lies
#WritcoPoemPrompt58
I dreamt of falling down a well,
A narrow tube, deep beneath the earth,
Dark and moist, I saw a small child,
What’s it trying to tell? I went deeper into the water in the well trying to reach the child. As I got closer, the child turned around and I noticed blood seeping out of the child's head, I got closer and saw the child's eyes were bleeding and missing.
The child smiled widely showing its sharp teeth, as it attacked me. I swam up, but it grabbed my leg clawing deep into my skin, and pulled me back. I couldn't breathe, my lungs were expanding and no oxygen can spare me anymore. It pulled me deeper and deeper and deeper into the well and then passed out.
I jerked up and notice I was on my bed and it was daytime, I sighed and yawned I must have had a crazy dream. I got up from the bed and yelped and saw that I was bleeding on my leg and my clothes were wet so was my bed. My mind went blank- my dream was real? It couldn't be. It can't be.
I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen grabbed a grape juice bought it upstairs and sat down on the floor. I looked at my family picture book and scan through my ancestors and noticed a boy - my brother. I remembered he passed away from leukemia a while back and I was devasted. And then I noticed him clearly and remembered the child in my dream and realize it was the same person, but the child in my dream looked angry and scared like it was running away from something and tryna warn me about the well and our family and what goes on to it.
I feel like Alan didn't die of leukemia, he was murdered, but by who?

© Breanna Holton