Sonnet #412

 I had a dream again about the bad times

I was playing with my son in his room

Laughter, telling stories to kids at home

Is one of the great joys of life, and the slime

poured into the room and wedged me back

to the wall and hit me hard and formed a skin

to charm the kid without letting me in

I politely asked the thing to share, but the slack

of the ooze wouldn't let me through 

the screaming never stopped, so in the hall

where people could see it, the ooze formed into

the shape of a person who will lie to you all

why are we all pretending? Mute, all words stolen

i sat, waiting forever for anyone to listen