These serpentine dreams of mine
latch onto me,
dragging me down
long after I’ve woken up,
it’s the incubus of epic proportions
reminding me of sins that were
the poison dilutes my blood
and I hallucinate- an extension of nightmares- a contorted scarecrow’s screaming cries
ringing in my ears
the rustling summer wind gives me cotton mouth
sweat drops like a river from my hair to my chin
and then the pounding of the earth
with no time to turn around
all I see from the corner of my eye-
vile wolves with red eyes jumping on me…
-Tanmay