POEM — Nightmare

Their voices poured forth, screaming

Fury twisted into darkness;

Shadowy figures writhing

Dissolving in the night.

And yet, fumbling in the dark

The sleeper turned, weary;

Pressing head to pillow

As to shut out

— the noises within.

Still, the figures reaching

Across time, and even, space,

Gaunt limbs stretching, further

For what is rightful theirs.

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Carly Zee is a writer who enjoys fine things  like chocolate and red wine. She often finds herself entertaining strange people and stranger thoughts. You can connect with Carly at https://carlyzee.wordpress.com/