11/2/18
Stuck in a motion
it's a simple one
I'm stuck in a motion
a mirror reflected in
glassy catacombs.
There's a dream I had last year
one that awoke me to
compressing dark walls
trapping me in.
There was a viper in a room,
filled with blue moonlight
and from it I ran into
the light rain falling outside.
I ran down long, long
spiraling stairs, kind of like
a gray kaleidoscope
and I collapsed into
the swamped mud
of the backyard, with
the viper close behind me,
or so my mind insisted.
I tried to get up and run
yet again, but the mud held
me fast, and I was stuck
in motion
foolish fearful motion.
And a window opened, spilling
golden color onto me,
and then a voice, feminine
and terrified beyond belief
pierced my ears.
I panicked, struggling to escape
but the mud still held fast,
and the dream ended then.
Mercifully, I thought.
I got out of bed that distressing
night, went into the bathroom.
I caught my reflection in the mirror,
that clean-cut catacomb.
I saw something foreign
looking at me.
The fear I felt was one
I cannot portray.
I ran back to bed, my sleep
thankfully devoid of anymore
abstract illustrations.
NOTE: I actually did have this nightmare a year ago. I started writing Aeolia that very morning, inspired by my dream-fear of the dream-viper.
--KingfisherBirdLady
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PoetryThis is a collection of my writings from November 2018. It's a continuation of "Poetry" and "Poetry and Writes", but will be much shorter. I'll try to write something each day of the month and post as I go--even if what I've written sucks. Who care...
