Henri Fuseli "Nightmare"
“Night Terror”
by: Lauren Laguna
Quiet of mind chased away by draining water downhill,
constant dripping. Each drop a thought unspoken, flitting behind closed eyes. Subconscious
past surfaces up through dark corridors of flooded memory, bubbling up through
the mesh bar, bog. Laced fingers holding back torn apart in violent rushing. Release
the fog waves. The outer gates, eyelids unable to open, held down with stony
weight. Eyelashes curve up, reaching, stretching; a futile attempt to let go
the trapped, happy thing, its clipped wings rustling, its small body pushing
against its cage. Trapped in the dark clock’s chime, each second an eternity. Muscles frozen over in the deep shadows, rebelling
against the driving mind. Vertigo. Panic.
AWAKE
AWAKE
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