Jonas’ Nightmare

A narrative.

Source: Olesya Yemets

who’s
there?

it’s

those drooling spectators
those dusty, wrinkled church mothers
the timid, disenfranchised youth group
the blue-veined hands
stowing their doe-eyed children
into the cupboards of their tan-brown trousers
and flowing floral dresses
drenched in cheap perfume from Kohl’s