Between Nightmares

Perspiration and a feeling of heat take hold within the stifling sheets.

Sleep comes slow, yet when it comes, events progress, and I’m standing in front of a light green house with gold-laced windows in a forest at the top of a hill at the end of a cul-de-sac.

Nothing makes sense, as a random stranger dances up with multiple women and says he’s been waiting for me to arrive.

Events progress, then I’m awake from one nightmare only to see something in the bathroom mirror. A heart can only miss so many beats as the sheets become a greenhouse.

Between the nightmares, your side of the bed is empty. You sit in another room playing a game at 2 am, while sleep is inevitable.

Bitter Night

holysockpuppetbatman on deviant art – Seer, Scapulamancy

Dewdrops to some, sweat beads to others; this is her reality.

Dreams and visions of depravity, horror, and the current, past, and future human perspectives flood her mind.

Dripping and soggy in the atrocities of her fellow human beings, the seer sees what others do not want to see.

Dreaming through the bitter night, to be restored and tired in the morning; a lofty price paid to see what others cannot see

Daylight doesn’t stop the lingering images of what has or may come, yet who is a seer to change what cannot be undone?

Decurro journey through a difficult test, watching the world fall apart and remaining grateful, kind, and courageous.