You are walking through a red forest.

You are walking through a red forest.

The grass is tall.
It’s just rained.
Most of the blood has washed away.
There’s a house in the distance. Cedar and pine.
You’ve been there before.
You’re not alone.
There’s a man. You see him, you go to him.
You know him.
Like a memory of tomorrow.
(12 Monkeys, 2015)