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The Freezer

Given my current sequence on dreams, especially after one that contains references to one dream about a freezer, I couldn’t resist reblogging this.

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The Freezer

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The Freezer

In the futility room
at the very back of my mind
there is a freezer built
into the far wall of the kind
that butchers use
to hang their carcasses
except there is no handle on the door that I can see.
It looks as though there was one once.
I’ve no idea at all where it could be.

The window on the adjacent wall
looks out onto the pine tree
where all my longings hang
in a parody of Christmas.
I can’t see what I need this freezer for at all.

In my dreams sometimes
the door swings open silently –
from the darkness
a pair of eyes stares out –
rarely when I forget to watch
a figure condenses in the doorway –
I catch sight of it in the corner of my eye –
then shards of pity and terror,
fine as pine needles, stick in my heart
like cloves in a Christmas orange.

When I’m awake, the freezer door fades
behind the mist that material reality exudes.
I never see the shades that dwell behind it
but I feel their presence all too vividly.
Most of what I think and say and do
is designed to keep them quiet in the cold.

They give my days a sense of constant déjà vu
for nothing in my world escapes their touch.
Their deep freeze is not the same as death.

Only once that I’m aware of did a shadow lurch
out of its icy confinement
into the flickering light of nightmare.
Robot-like it cranked its rigid limbs
into some resemblance of a walk
as it staggered towards my living room
threatening me with echoes of the tomb.
I gazed into its face and saw my own
but didn’t dare to ask it to sit down.
It faded back into its night again
leaving me only the aroma of its pain.

Text Pete Hulme © September 2012

(Reposted as a lead in to the posts on dreams to come next.)

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