It starts with me in the backseat of an old convertible
staring at horses running across the sky
hooves on fire
and I think I am hallucinating but
the man and the woman in the front seat can see them too
where are we going I ask
and they laugh and say, you'll see
it's bigger on the inside
and they laugh again
I think I have been drugged
but they deny this
so many faces in the stars
sly eyes in the rear view
the car stops at an old house
low in a hollow of trees
there are other cars parked there but it is so quiet
we enter through the side door into an old kitchen
Formica table with silver lining
50's in dirt
men playing cards
drinking beer
the older lady at the stove points me toward the stairs
and sends me up them
it's bigger on the inside she whispers
I stumble up
and see a museum/zoo/menagerie
it is bigger
I wonder halls looking at exhibits
alien animals
living breathing my air
I am lost on the second floor of this home
something smells me out
the cage is open and it charges me
I run toward a landing
the railing
cornered...
I awake
cold sweat
heart racing
eyes full of sleep
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