![]() AwakeningA Poem by SorenOn a corn husk tick I slept. Rough boards, windows with no glass. Through thirsty sleep, dream's visions crept. Birds fly through and at night bats
I hear them fluttering oer head. On my pillow they would walk. On my foot two punctures bled. Vampire remnants. Morning, six o'clock.
A spider on my bleeding toe. Bedding lumps, like roots beneath loam. I felt movement in the husks below, where rats had made their home.
Twasn't a dream that the mind makes. Lifting the tick to shake them out. Not rats, a den of poisons snakes, that now came pouring about. © 2023 SorenAuthor's Note
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