A SCREAM WITHIN A DREAM

A SCREAM WITHIN A DREAM

Loyal friend from Red Rock

Dumped her longtime partner in crime and billionaire

In Red Rock Canyon

She joked-waving away the praise,

” We’re just doing what we do here.”

Problem solver,loyal friend

Went her own way

Then returned to get involved

In gang crime spree

Marshalls  rushed in

To a dilapidated building in the middle of Death Valley

Sweltering in July

Hide out for The Vagos

Playground for The Bandidos

Home of the Wicked Riderz  on their green,mean machines.

 

All this she saw in her dream

 

She  awakened to a howling wind

Saw a beautiful dark-haired girl in Mexico City

In the room with a balcony view

Gauze curtains flapping madly in the wind-to and fro

Her face twisted in pain-a macabre painting done with her own blood

The sky above a blood orange

And no one heard her bone chilling screams

As her lover stabbed her repeatedly

Her blood spattered the walls

While the wind cursed like the ghost of Pancho Villa

 

All this she saw in her dream…

 

The Vagos

The Bandidos

And The Wicked Riderz

Fantasamas maldiciendo miles de maldiciones – Phantoms cursing a thousand curses in the wind

Like the ghost of Pancho Villa

The dreamer awakened-confused, heart pounding, bemused-

Was it real or just a dream?

 

EVA SANTIAGO copy right 2013

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