[Del]'s Diary

ENTRY SIXTY-FOUR

I notice just now I haven’t been writing the last few days. I suspect that it is because I do not wish to remember what I have dreamt. That must be the case for I wish to forget last night’s dream as well. But perhaps I have to get it down, so I can move onto better memories. I will be as sparse as possible.

My skin, the color of black coffee, feels bruised and battered. I feel worn and I want to give in. I’m in a small interrogation room painted grey. The room is crowded with the men that surround me, all American and All American. They keep grilling me about Korea and something I had said. They are trying to convince me I was brainwashed but I cry, “I remember, I remember. It wasn't a lie. It wasn't a deception. I spoke only the truth.” I also hurl out accusations. Such as, “You know it be the truth too!”

Then they blindfold me, strip me down. And soon I’m being led to a Sleep Room of his own. And in my head, I hear his cry: “I will live through this, I will live through it.”

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