Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Night Terror


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

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