i dreamt
in slanted lines
that ran
perpendicular
to reality
anxious things
like tentative fireflies
skimming across
the glassmind
of slumber
hawkmoths pirouette
through gossamer webs
as fat little spiders
sit silently
in anticipation
the dreamcatcher
drips black tar
down the headboard
as demons
dally in delight
the slanted lines
of sleepsmoke
wafting lazily
with sulphur tinged
psychosis beaming
“the dreamcatcher drips black tar…..” so powerful, no protection, no escape, nowhere to run
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no escape the monsters within
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