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Dreams Are Mice
Nightmares stay alive if you never wake
2 min readNov 10, 2019
Stars pin light
On eyelids rested
Dreams are mice
Mind infested
A faceless form
Begins his sup
Drinking blood
Red spilling cup
Pointing down his
Spidery finger
To my own
Unwelcome linger
He beckons me
Against desire
Follow him
To muck and mire
Yet I step still
A path unwonted
In a reverie bound
His will undaunted
Affixed in midst
Rigid standing
My host evanesce
Yonder landing
Still and dark
Envelope the rush
No breath nor wind
Disturbs the hush
Then shrieks and moans
A hellish bedlam
From mud and grime
The rising dead come