Dead of Night

Moonlight wades

in knee high boots

through darkened

life images

casting spidered webs

of broken shadows.

I open my mouth

and swallow it whole

as screams slip through

my fingers, puddling

fitfully on the floor.

I shout the truths

never uttered

in daylight, while

the past sleeps

in my bed

in tangled sheets.

My night

is wide awake

opening jaws

in sucking sounds.

I hang

from bare threads

listening

to the drip, drip, drip

of black blood water,

drilling into my mind,

a torture filling

the night hours,

slowly squeezing

me into oblivion.

I close my

ponderous eyes

with the dawning

realization that

I am not ready

to go yet,

pulling the clouds

with both hands

roughly

from my mind.

#MidnightMonologues #slippingThrough