Dilate

My jury’s been in and out of deliberations, but it’s still hung. 

What’s it going to be- is he my mind, body, and soul’s kryptonite, or is he the oxygen and blood that composes my lungs?

Know how many exorcisms I’ve endured to get him out of my system?

Dreams of faceless men without a voice- I still know it is him. 

I’m not blind; I daydream, and I don’t doubt my visions.

But my dreams- nocturnal emissions of my daily omissions.... 

To be continued……