you are running after me
in a never ending circle
a snake, or bear, sometimes shapeless,
faceless but always looming black
timpani drums shake
as you reach for my ankles
then my legs, my arms
enfolding in quicksand tide
helpless, you drool mud over me,
placing seeds of mustard on my tongue
holding me close against coarse cheek,
sinking deep in the muck, i hear your fears
ricocheting,
prickling against my breasts,
bleeding,
running down my thighs
the madness of which you can't speak
the dark thoughts of which you can't escape
becoming m i n e
knotting my fingers in a prayer, gibberish words flowing
i wallow in my sweat, impaled by my sins,
while tangled in white sheets,
you sleep,
breathing easily for the first time
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub: Nightmare Verse hosted by Stu McPherson
Shared with Poets United.
picture credit: here
