Bad Dream

In one perpetual second, tiny creatures strip bear the flower and pour black nectar down their throats. Their very own essence, (the)unfolding(?). Larva, incapable of generosity and greed, fat beyond belief. Unacknowledged, they continue to feed, out of focus in the background. Some things eat so much sugar that when they're fully grown they're also dead.
Tonight is filled with reticent danger. Dreams too chaotic to recall. Bad thoughts hang without tension as we take turns twitching in our sleep. Once more, the reminder that soon we'll all face unfathomable loss.
We wake in a sweaty bed, still smelling the lingering apocalypse. The taste of metal haunts my empty mouth. I'd like to sink into you or some place with no energy but I know there'd be no way for me to stay warm in either, so I reach for sleep, and as I do my thoughts become visions. A terror stricken mule has run out of sweat and is drilled into the earth by the heat of the sun. We shrink down and try to hide, naked, under a walnut shell, but we're ravaged by salt and the rays trap deadly fumes. Maybe I'm thin enough to be a cloud of mist, then I could just fade out... dearth, or death by abundance. Forced liquids. Terrible radioactive nectar. The vessels cannot contain their substance.

Author's Note

Just wondering what u guys think!