The Sacred

Intoxicating nightmares

The moment sleep kisses my eyelids, my mind becomes fragmented and pierced by barbs. A sweet, soft lullaby quickly turned sultry and harsh. These sore and heart-rending memories are dredged up each night. The iron will I had before I closed my eyes is shattered again. My purpose becomes thwarted and shifted into surviving moments that should have stayed locked away in the past. For now, the present moment is spent intoxicated and dazed.