I dreamt you broke
in to my house
through an open window.
I found you
in the kitchen
wearing a woman’s
dress, short,
pink, frilly,
spandex lacquered
to every bulge and flap.
Then in my right arm
a surge of strength
and in my hand,
your ladder.
And I used it
to beat you to death.
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