Night Terrors

Soft scents, small tendrils of it float in the air,

I can still feel grotesque fingers flow through my hair.

Every dream turns to a terror I see eyes so green and demented,

I never eat before I sleep as everything in my stomach turns fermented.

These night ghouls besiege me,

never letting me sleep peacefully.

Sometimes so real making me scream  my way back,

they stalk me, each one keeping track.

Upon waking soft breeze blows through curtain giving me a slight fright,

and I think it’s gone now, and I send a silent thanks to those who make it right.


Published by: allinduetime1

Beginning to write again after several years of being in the corporate world. A few of my posts are old stories I wrote in high school or earlier. Most are new. I like to write emotionally. I like to write things that are close to me or hit hard for me at different moments. I write everything, anything, whatever comes to mind. Some stories are true, some are fantasy. Mostly, I write for me, so that I'm relevant to me, so that I remember. Feel free to let me know what you think. I love feedback.

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