Backstabbed

I dreamt I was stabbed

In the back by a friend:

Her sharp knives carved

Glistening gashes through

Skin and flesh

(It hurt, but I did not

Try to get away)

She looked at the beautiful

Crimson trails painted

On my back and her hands

"I'm sorry!" she said

"I didn't mean it -- "

(We both knew she did)

I didn't ask for help --

I wandered empty halls,

Left trails of blood for

Anyone to follow

(No one did)

When I saw Anna, hours later

She hugged me too hard

And got blood on her hands

(She didn't seem to notice)

"I didn't cry," I told her, but

She wasn't listening.