I woke paralysed,
a translucent black fabric
bound me to my bed,
a roaring chorus
shouting Dijin, earthquake
over and over
its monotonous
rhythm subsided,
the warrior spirit
on a lace curtain
in the doors
iridescent white
caught in moonlight
smiles at me
and finally I rise.
I walk down the hallway
to the kitchen;
it emanates a greenish glow,
tendrils of lush ivy brush
my bare upper arms,
a creature with ten legs
creeps just up ahead,
I pass bodies lying in transparent
white cocoons on
four post curtained beds.
The creature turns
its face to me,
tells me in my
first grade teacher’s voice,
“Lucky you woke up,
you were sleeping
in a dead bed.”
For dVerse Poets Poetics ~ Nightmares
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