Nightmare | Teen Ink


June 27, 2016
By Luckystar78 ELITE, London, Other
Luckystar78 ELITE, London, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"..though warm as summer it was fresh as spring." (Thomas Hardy) ("Far from the Madding crowd")

Lit in the shivering green leaves that gleam rust in the fire in the night air,
Brightening as torch light in the fading sun that floats upwards in a rush of wind;
Brittle as the savage, mouldy nails that break in strips on my frozen skin,
As my eyes are drowned in a terrible film of despair;
Like sun glasses as they shield the long eyelashes from the glare of the heat,
The darkness begins to descend on me, pierce the silken blanket around my shoulders.
A dream soaks through in frantic sweats on my burning body;
Hunting the terror that lurks in the embrace of a teddy bear,
Whose fluffy paws release from mine in a symbol of disconnect.
I am wandering in a blue field, and the daffodils are tainted with purple,
The golden sunflowers luring me into the scent of their honey-sweet revenge;
And the warm flush of water raising one crooked, bent finger:
For me to accompany it in its fury, its sorrows, its anguish.
Hidden in the darkest woods of the psyche,
Muses a small figure dressed head to toe in lavender;
Bowing its head as it considers your fate;
A night filled with stunning firelight and buzzing flies and ash-green pea shoots,
Or a date with blood and flesh and horror;
To entrap you in a nightmare sliced with hate:
A ghastly smile vivid as my screams.

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