my life is cracked.

last night i dreamt
i was with a hundred
people i'd never met,
and a twister came
and swept us up.

it tore off the roof,
grabbed at my hair,
took everything i wasn't
holding onto.

when the twister was gone,
i was the only one left,
and you had never been there.

everyone was gone,
and all that was left were the houses
they were empty.
the trees were hanging on by roots,
the sky was cracked-
like it would fall.

my mind went dark,
was blotted by the sun.
all that was left
were the malls
and the cars,
and there was nothing that matters.

last night i dreamt
that i shook my fist
at the sky,
for leaving me alone,

and it creaked and cracked
and splintered,
and it all fell down around me.
until there was nothing left.