I'm trapped in a nightmare waking,
where all the colors blend into one,
and the smiles and the tears are shot in the front,
leaving a face so straight and unbreaking.
I'm trapped in a nightmare. Waking
up and whipping bones to bear tension
is grueling when your mind recruits aggression
in the form of assassins seeking whips and killing.
I'm trapped in a nightmare waking,
where all I can feel is paralyzing
and quick and fixed and beating
the pulp from the mushy hope
I'd escape a nightmare by waking.
YOU ARE READING
Catherine
Poetry'Lines marry stars making constellations in the dark, yet my line has cut straight through my heart.' An anthology trying to make sense of the darkness in all its forms.
