Fever Dream

Fiction by Eve’Lynn Jackson

The red skies were roaring, and the cracks in the ground grew bigger. I walked around observing my environment. I watched people run, and fires roared. I could not believe what I was seeing with my own two eyes. Is this it? Is this the end? Cars flipped over, and people breaking into places.

“It is now time for our annual purge,” announced the city. “All crime is now legal including murder.”

I looked around and watched people look at me with hunger in their eyes. I ran, refusing to look back as I heard footsteps behind me. I knocked on people’s doors. No one opened the door. Finally, one person did open, a guy around my age. Once inside, I heard the door lock with many locks sounding off as he did so. I heard rain begin to pour from the sky, as the guy began to enter my personal space. I backed up a little.

“Thanks for opening the door; it’s crazy out there,” I said as I watched him inch closer to me.

“Yup, it's almost like the world is ending,” he said as he entered my personal space closer. My back touched the door that was used to let me in. He trapped me between the door and himself. I watched as he brought his face into my neck. Once he was into my neck, he inhaled. “You smell good,” he said as he wrapped his hands around my waist.

Tears dripped down my face as I felt his callous hands touch me. The door banged behind me, which led the guy to hesitate. I kicked him in his junk and watched as he fell. Once the guy was on the ground, I rushed to unlock the door. As I worked on the last lock, the guy pulled my arm, which led me to elbow him in the nose. He stumbled back; this gave me enough time to unlock the final lock. I ran once more as tears poured down my face. The ground began to shake, I looked up to see a meteorite that looked bigger than everything. I watched as it came closer; then darkness happened.

“Holy shit, that felt so real,” I shouted into the darkness of my room. I felt my body, making sure I was still alive. I jumped from my bed and ran to the window. I saw blue skies, birds flying, and people walking their dogs. Another apocalypse avoided. My phone chimed, so I looked at it. “Oh, shit, I’m going to be late to work,” I shouted once more as I ran out of my room to start my day.

Flying Poem by Amisha Walton

I love you because you are effortlessly pure royalty

You never look down on me

In a way that only you can

You talk me down from a ledge

Without losing my balance as my feet touch the ground

You keep me grounded

Ten toes down every day as I lift you up

You are grits without sugar, French toast, berries and cucumber water

Served on a platter

Because not only are you succulent but you fill me up

You always know exactly what I need

Be it forehead kisses, a shopping spree,

Or just listening when I'm venting when someone had the audacity to try me

Even if you do nothing else for me for as long as you live

You've imprinted so much love, strength, and healing on my spirit

Our minds align and our souls enhance the divine when we're together

I wouldn't swap you out for anything

You're a rare finding out here in a sea of debris

And you know it ain't too many fish out there for me

I'm glad I was able to hook you

It didn't even require effort to reel you in

You're undeniably a real man

I am no longer feeling like Mary J Blige

I can finally oblige in real love

I feel like a queen

I feel like I know what she is made of I want to grow with you

Effortlessly flow with you

As your knowledge and wisdom flows within me too a chivalrous gentleman

You're old fashioned

And there’s nothing that’s matchin’

What we simultaneously combine to be

It feels like a dream

But I optically remember in this reality

You see me

And I don't need lens adjustments to see you

My laughter is easy, no tension

Even in my high on high altitudes

We elevate together and it's easy to fly with you