Tasteless Imagery

In the midst of my slumber



Betwixt life and death





An aura of utter horror





Teasingly sexes my bones







As white hot my skin boils



I collapse within the deadened clasp



Of a profusion of defiant provocations



As in the hollow voice of fear I quiver





The deathly ashes of abhorrence present



Along with the thundering roar



That is the wrath of midnight's quake



Not a soul was sleeping, all were awake





In the sharp silence of



This realistic nightmare



I awaken, oxygen pleasuring



My esophagus by way of the hand



Of Mother Earth.





To my feet I rise



Approaching the window



Adjacent to my bed chamber



I gaze at moon in grotesque fashion



Oppressed by it's hopeless existence





The beauty of it's burning brilliance



Reflects it's true image of catastrophe



As I turned to walk away, the floorboard creaked



Silence. She had spoken!







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