Thursday, September 8, 2016

Poetry - "Night Terrors"




Photographer Unknown


Night Terrors
by Jennifer Patino

Guts on the cutting room 
   floor
The mask makers pause
   in the approaching 
   death shadow
The cracked visage
   mocks me
It's rose grin is a shiver
   down my spine
I can only hear the
   blackbird wings scuffling
   of the obsidian hooded robes
   as they empty the room

The masks all stare at me
Terror impales me
Sleep paralysis

   can't exhale

The open mouth
   makes no sound

   heart pounding

The faces spin 'round

It smells like death
The frigid chill is back
Your mask starts to sneer
Then all goes black

   The panting--
the crack in the mirror--

The bloody smile
   and the scarlet smear




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