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?

Apparitions of the past started creeping in,
I, holding my tummy, blood flowing eruptively,
With excruciating pain and blurry vision,
I saw a woman, a knife on her hand.

Beeping sounds, antiseptic smells
I opened my eyes and saw a man in white robe
Beside him is a woman with killing orbs
She docked and whispered the secret I didn't tell.

Night came, same as a bad dream
I was standing beside a well, looking down
Tears flowing for unknown reason
But face was grinning on the sad scene

A small child is screaming for help
Calling me "Mother", I don't know why
Reaching my hand, soaked of that child's blood
Unbeknownst to her, killing was all in my mind.

I woke...