Auto-Crucifixion
by CeciLy Santiago

I dreamed I was crucified.
A figure in black stood over me
pounding nails into my wrists, my feet.
Red hot pain
seared through my muscles.
Something warm and red
poured out of me
but I could not remember what it was.
My eyes rolled upward
and I saw the swirling clouds
orange and fiery
then I knew I was in Hell.
My breathing became pained.
As I drew what was surely my last breath
I saw the figure remove its hood.
In my last moment I stared in shock
for the figure's face was my own.