Undercover lovers.

He slithers down the stairs like a snake.

Jolts, upright.

Like an electric shock that travels rapidly up his spine.

Turning around, he falls.

Head first he his the ground.

The blood runs all over the floor,

flooding everything in sight.

Suddenly, we are in a hospital.

He calls to me,

epileptic a little.

His head, no, in fact his whole body.

Covered in a ghastly white bandage.

'Hello. Missed me?' I say.

He stares at me and smiles.

'No, miss.'

I thought it was a grammatical error.

'Things like that usually occur.'

Reassures the doctor a while ago.

How long have we been here?

A day? Two weeks? Five months?

I don't know why I don't remember.

'No, miss. Who are you?'

And he repeats this until I no longer see.

Until we are at a different hospital.

Here the lights are brighter,

the walls are green.

I look up and I see a man walking towards me.

My heart burns.
For what reasons?

What purpose?

He holds up a bunch of roses.

I think I decide that I like roses, at that point.

I receive them gracefully.

'Hello. Missed me?' He says.

I think about this for a moment.

I let the words linger on my tongue,

until it reaches a bitter bile in my throat.

'No. Sorry, who are you?'

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I just had one of the strangest amnesiaption dream ever.

My heart's unsettled.