A Dream or Not by Sasha Mishra



She finds herself alone

On a dark and empty street

And moments after

She is ravished like a meat


Oh wait, this is merely a dream

Or so it seems


She finds herself in a crowd

Lost in the suffocation

But soon she feels a touch

And it gets too much


Oh wait, this is merely a dream

Or so it seems


She finds herself just being

Observing her bare skin

Slowly the hair pricks

Remembering the friendly kin


Oh wait, this is merely a dream

Or so it seems


She hears their loud talking

But it's her tiny skirt

They say it won't hurt

But she is too frozen to flirt


Oh wait, this is merely a dream

Or so it seems


Now, she is never alone on an empty street

Staying away from the crowd

Never too deeply observing her bare skin

And always pulling down her skirt


Now she believes it is all a dream

Or so it seems



Sasha is often procrastinating and pessimistic about her surroundings. She is a dog fanatic and occasionally doodles, and expresses her rage through poetry. Her interest lies in the social and public policy sector. She hopes to create a difference somewhere, somehow. Read her work on The ArmChair Journal and The Fiction Project.