night mare

by eloisehendy

this thing
is bigger
than the both of us

it looms
and shoves itself around
others out the way
stamping sparks
fanning flames
raising
to the ground

i am scorched.

you are burning.

the bees buzz
inside the walls

the bugs crawl
under the skin

is this where dreams are made?
is this where nightmares trot?

arsonist.
black dog.
wild beast.
get back
in your cage

take your icy fingers
from my throat
get your foul
breath
out
of my lungs
get your hot tongue
off
my tongue.

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