Dream Of Falling

Mother tripped, brother bawled, sister lit candle in window after store visit. Wick hit, brittle outside, inception shines through TV screen. Feeling mean, tussled, cuddle the munchkin. Fumbled with a rumpled Stiltskin book under covers after dinner. He's like me, fell asleep, woke up dreamin'. Reality tilted, reflection in my mirror bitten by infection. Redaction, refraction, subtraction, enhancement surges. Ghost urges real now, i'm switched with the demon. Dire bite left me writhing, unwound, unbound sound unfurled from mouth. But no rhyme was heard, crown was torn from mine head. Thyme red, stew bled to heal wound from mirror attack. A shift in tact, my factual page a spell written bliss. Gritty, grimy stone, lone wolf howls. Growl and tug its tale, for tails woven, sold at a pound where I found him. Gruff, rough, spunky luck. What now... Riding bare backed, wings grown... Dragon owns no throne, for he has nothing on a wolfagon. Now dragging wind under sleeve, thunder breaks him, crumble. Mumble, stem the fall, air bidden, captured in stone moment. Overrode with prim pose, don't lament. Rose grown below, laced slower, it grows. Field cold, bold, triumphantly captured stolen mold. Bidden to catch me as I fell, dismounted from my soul, captured in woven red moans. I lay forgotten, buried, bold italics claim blank lines in my stanza. Roaming no more, wake up, check the mirror... No beard, sigh, hands up, a relief. Just another day. Brief sordid overlay, sorely dazed, hustle awake. Start another chapter in reality's haze.