UNUSUAL SLUMBER

spider webs...dark..

UNUSUAL SLUMBER

 

Prior to our usual slumber

We squabble, our mouths stretch

Our nostril’s spread like the wings of a crow

Our vocals like the screams of an owl

Unimaginable to reconcile

We dwell on opposite sides of the mattress

Still hesitant to harmonize

He beds down at once

My heart still angers

Until in time my eyes seal tight

 

I now lodge in a dark abyss

Walls cloaked with black widow spiders

My lover, angry at my behavior

Thrusts me into such a dreadful hole

The floor, cold as mud earth

Stinks like fresh death

He hides somewhere

As I can hear his snorts and cackles

I see a blur of doors, most likely locked

In time, those wicked spiders begin to eat at my flesh

I scream, an explosion of echoes

Fight though the webs

I see my lover coated in blood

I fumble and faint

 

I awaken with a jolt

As a streak of sun peeks through the blinds

My breath heavy, expose my eyes

To discover an empty void alongside me.

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

Wow!! What a dream! That's what you get for sleeping with crows. Spiders are creepy and necessary, and you really spin a nightmarish web that catches echoes of your inner fears and lost love. This poem captured my imagination and I'm glad I don't get to remember my dreams. (Which sucks actually, I wish I could.)

I think you have a typo Betty. Hear 'this' snorts. Unless that has some double meaning I'm guessing you meant his.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you my dear WM, I fixed the typo...and a great review!
Best, B