Sullen Little Nightmares

 

as the weather changes

I dream of death and persecution

awoken by tears

full of outrage and despair

I sweat under bed clothes

designed for colder nights

the cold humidity has wandered in

on soft little boots

smothering my dreams

dreams that fight back

in sullen little nightmares

 

 

Copyright June 2017

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The Opposite of Optimism

 

lately she dreams of unpleasant things

the future and all it may not contain

she wonders whether other people find their optimism

under rose bushes or cabbages or rocks

 

perhaps it’s all a conspiracy in the end

everyone is lying and scheming and sad

after all she’s only ever been a silent drama queen

putting on plays in her head and in sand

 

 

Copyright May 2017

Fighting Fear

 

something inside me relaxes

enough to let the bats unfold

preternatural claws against my chest

ripping flesh and bone to shreds

 

I hang on to my dignity long enough

to seek the comfort of solitude

the moon reflects benevolence upon my bed

the bats refold their wings and sigh

 

they will only fly in dreams tonight

gripping tight to my unwieldy thoughts

feeding forcibly on fractured memories

tearing fears into small undigested morsels

 

 

Copyright March 2017