It Was Real

The kind of real you feel in the pit

of your stomach, like a clenched fist,

holding your insides tight between

merciless fingers, it could smear

you right out of existence.

It was so real my own realness

was held in question and when

they called the witnesses to the stand,

no one came to testify my life.

There was no evidence.

It was so real, so goddamn real,

it was real as a dream.

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