She woke up starting so loud she could hear it in the other side of her head
She must have had a bad dream rendered in ecktachrome and hi definition audio

Strict non-interference keeps me staring
At monsters that shift and crawl
In shadows on our wall
Drawn by the uncertain halo of our hallway light

Did they take blood from your neck this time?
To water all the dying plants
In the smoky room seen only in the peripherals of the
Phosphenes behind my eyes

And if not, what did they take away?

If you start again, I won’t stop you
This is your dream, not mine, good or bad
I’m a cruel man to want to chase it away
It startles so easily at loud noises

Fingers to your temple tell me
You’re a pale thing even in the dark


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