Mama says don't whistle at night

because it'll bring in shayateen.

Don't leave food uncovered because 

they'll peck at it. The things in 

your dreams are real. They'll 

follow you into waking day. 

I have the recurring dream:

in some city, people flying.

The group splits, one betrays. 

The betrayed looks at the betrayer

and says, “I will forgive you, because

I still love you.” The betrayer looks

right in their eyes, says, “It doesn't

matter. It doesn't matter” and 

betrays anyways.