Facing Reality
By Buzby
Lured nightly into dreams where private demons lurk; sleep, becomes a thing of fear. Each corner turned brings new and violent repulsion. Grotesque faces parody daylight friends, whose hollow words and synthetic smiles stab with vicious intent at unsuspecting heart. Frozen lies seep out past arctic lips. Nerve endings scream their defiance. Body, trapped in nightmare scenes, struggles and writhes. Sheets cling in damp horror to goose pimpled flesh clawed fingers grip at faint safety of pillows. Disembodied legs strike blindly at confining covers, distraught mind howls in anguish, as lead filled boots sink firmly into sub-conscious syrup; thwarting escape and forcing confrontation with a thousand inner fears. Written October 7th, 2001 © on Oct 07 2001 02:39 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Lured nightly into dreams ..."