FREE VERSE/SHORT FICTION

“Gig” Deconstructed

A musing.

Sherry McGuinn
5 min readAug 5, 2022

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I need to lie down, I think.
Gently. Let me help.

Should I close my eyes?
That’s up to you.

Maybe I’ll keep them open.
Why?

So I can see you.
There’s no need for that.

But it’s so dark in here.
You don’t like it?

It’s a little scary, you know?
I know more than you think.

I know you, too.
And, how is that?

I dream about you, a lot.
Dreaming isn’t “knowing.”

I’m not the only one.
Right now, you are.

I don’t think I like you.
You will, my love. You must.

Don’t call me that.
But I love you now, and truly.

What should I be feeling?
Like you’re floating, baby.

In water?
Or air, whatever you like.

I never could float.
It’s easy, you’ll see.

Touch me, please.
But I’m touching you now.

Oh…oh, yes, I feel it.
Do you like that?

I think so, but I want more.
I’m not sure there’s time for that.

No, I changed my mind. No more.
It’s too late, you’ve gone beyond.

“Beyond?” No! I’m frightened, stop, please!
All say this, but do they mean it?

You’re hurting me! Stop. STOP!
Ahh, but the pleasure’s in the pain, no?

I don’t want you here. Please go.
Your voice…why so faint?

I’m tired…
I know you are, dear one.

I don’t like this dream.
It will soon be over.

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Sherry McGuinn

Long-time writer and big-time dreamer. Screenwriter. Cat mama. Red lip aficionado. sherrymcguinn@gmail.com