Abandoned Cup

By: A.C. Cash

Yesterday is gone.

And I dreamt last night

About all the things

I love to dream of.

An apartment I’ve never been to while awake.

This time

There were strangers

On bed rest.

Even in the secret rooms.

A maze of rooms connected by closeted staircases.

Nurses too.

Afraid of heights.

Chutes and ladders.

Active shooters.

The building never looks the same on the outside.