Midnight visits with feeble jaws,
while my teeth grind on white
horror –
my head has awaken, my body
has not.
A house is clouded with
my ghosts. Beautiful,
disgusting!
Numbing my legs with
a chainsaw gaze, I am barely breathing
again.
Her pale hands reach out
to
my frozen plan. I am barren, dry of
thought, palpitating.
The daylight brings demons enough, but
I cannot
escape the night.
It comes as expected. Never without
ugly dread
and
cold sweats. Always.
Always
soaked with paralysis, drenched
with the past.
