'The Mannequin' by Ravyn LaRue

I had a tactile nightmare last night.

I don’t often have those anymore.

I was telling the story-

Of the mannequin in the hospital

"I AM GOD"

And you scoffed at me.

And touched my body.

But your hands became her hands.

And I woke up sweating, cold, crying.

I’ve been seeing shadows all day now.

And I feel like she’s more tragic than we know.

That is, if she was even real.

But I’m prone to superstition.

Though this is getting just troublesome!