plaguing me every night
their abject terror never ceases to amaze me
i don't want to be consumed by their
innately massive maw, simply for
they're unfortunately dark
nothing upon nothing, upon nothing
the void finds me like a fishing hook
envelopes me as though a shroud
has accessed purchase to my neck
it stretches like pulling apart putty
witness as its length extends to infinity
there is nothing else which fill find me
except the glowing face of my beloved
emerging from the pool like a protective buoy
they whisper to me, in hushed tones at night
"it's okay, you don't need to fret, young one"
the words wash over me like water over
a parched tongue, and i remember
it is not unfortunate to live
even as these words spread across shining screens
it is not unfortunate to live
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poesía"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
