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From A Nightmare
Two Lepers collapsed in an open field,
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Bubbling fat, and burnt skin, fuel
for the bonfire. A mannequin
Sang travel songs for the country roads.
Hangs over the rough-and-tumble
Gravel, insides dangle, a warning flag.
And we keep barreling onward to her palace.
Then again,
Two Lepers collapsed in an open field,
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Bubbling fat, and liquid eyes, fuel
for the bonfire. A mannequin
I notice through the backseat window.
Waves over the rough-and-tumble
Gravel, intestines free, a warning flag.
And we keep barreling onward to her palace.
Then again,
Two men lay dead in a wheat field,
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Curling hides, and desperate mouths, fuel
for the bonfire. A woman
Someone sees and we all turn to watch.
Waves over the rough-and-tumble
Gravel, disemboweled, a warning flag.
And we keep barreling onward to her palace.
Then again,
2 things lay still in the wheat field,
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Melting wax, like in Raiders, fuel
for the bonfire. A flag
Sang travel songs for the country roads.
Waves over the rough-and-tumble
Gravel, Cthulu tentacles, invisible light.
And we keep barreling onward to her palace.
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Bubbling fat, and burnt skin, fuel
for the bonfire. A mannequin
Sang travel songs for the country roads.
Hangs over the rough-and-tumble
Gravel, insides dangle, a warning flag.
And we keep barreling onward to her palace.
Then again,
Two Lepers collapsed in an open field,
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Bubbling fat, and liquid eyes, fuel
for the bonfire. A mannequin
I notice through the backseat window.
Waves over the rough-and-tumble
Gravel, intestines free, a warning flag.
And we keep barreling onward to her palace.
Then again,
Two men lay dead in a wheat field,
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Curling hides, and desperate mouths, fuel
for the bonfire. A woman
Someone sees and we all turn to watch.
Waves over the rough-and-tumble
Gravel, disemboweled, a warning flag.
And we keep barreling onward to her palace.
Then again,
2 things lay still in the wheat field,
The sun, half-hidden, made soft shadows.
Melting wax, like in Raiders, fuel
for the bonfire. A flag
Sang travel songs for the country roads.
Waves over the rough-and-tumble
Gravel, Cthulu tentacles, invisible light.
And we keep barreling onward to her palace.
Published 2nd Dec 2020
Author's Note
The images have been seared into my brain since last night.
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2nd Dec 2020 11:56pm
Great imagery and many warning messages in this one. The formatting is magnificent. Love the Cthulu tentacles and really enjoyed reading.
3rd Dec 2020 1:05am
Thank you so much. I've always been very inspired by horror literature.
3rd Dec 2020 11:12pm
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3rd Dec 2020 1:09am
Thank you so much. It was very literally based on a nightmare. Reliving that awful scene over and over really gave the images time to sink in. I thought a poem would be a good way to share that experience and try to parse out some meaning.
4th Dec 2020 7:58am
Lock, stalk, and bruise; muse and re-fuse.
Uns and twos. Cues and clues. Muse and re-fuse.
Walkthroughs and shoes. Glues to views.
Muse and re-fuse, and balk to refuse.
Uns and twos. Cues and clues. Muse and re-fuse.
Walkthroughs and shoes. Glues to views.
Muse and re-fuse, and balk to refuse.
