Friday, December 20, 2013

Nightmare Scenarios

With stressed shoulders
hunched like hackles on a cat,
I should just breathe deeply

I am fighting phantoms
that have no idea I exist
as they claim their nighttime prize

I despise these hooks
in my brain and bones curved
captured clavicles crunched tight

because of bunched nerves
acting burned just waiting
for the whip to drop

scorpions strike fast
especially when they know
where to hit

who wouldn't be pissed
if the first instinct here
was to shove myself in shit?

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