Inktober #1 Dream

The last time I had a dream, it told me when I was going to die.

The women in the corner of my room, she was choking. She gagged and giggled and kissed my toes.

Something came out at long last, and it dripped and tangled in between my feet. Her gasp of air froze above the bed, and dripped the secrets of the eternals in my eyes, down my nose, and light on my tongue.

She was my mother, my grandmother, my aunt, my sister, my daughter.

"Baby, baby girl..."

My ankles in her hands.

"Tell me what you want,"

Her nails crawling up my knees.

"What's wrong? Where's your beautiful smile?"

Her weight upon my chest, centered above my stomach, balanced to pounce.

"Give me a kiss sweetheart."

Her tongue inside me, it fell further and slid longer, choking and detaching. Slithering down and up and around.

She gagged on my ear, pulled my tangled hair and licked the sweat on my neck.

She let me speak just the once,

"Stop it," it was a whisper, but it could've been a scream.

She coughed up my tongue, and put it in her mouth. She giggled in my ear with my tongue, with my childhood voice.

"You're mine baby. You're mine forever, and ever, and ever, and ever and-"