Blast.

I forgot about you
For weeks
And now the past few days you've been invading my dreams like some dragon from Medieval Europe.
I don't get it.

I don't get you.

I've been here
Just me
Trying to wash off all the residue
[It peels like melted plastic]
A layer at a time
Trying to make sense of what you truly are.  Under all that skin you show to the outside world.

I don't know anymore
And I'm tired of typing "I don't..."

The world feels shameless
All this shedding
I feel like I finally pried off the top of this wooden crate and saw the sunlight
You don't belong here now.
You never did.
It's time to go.