Fangs
Insomnia hogs my bed Bats swoop down at my ducking head Maybe tomorrow I'll get some rest Love will swoop down to land right beside me wherever I am 4:37 AM, what's this ruin I'm writing I can't decipher the story arc but I'm trying Can't hang upside down like those winged chiroptera Blood floods my bruised brain Dangled by my feet by a silhouette I can nearly name Nearly nearly but no cigar My own fault for shutting my eyes tight when my bedroom door creaked ajar As if intruder assailants are repelled by false sleep Pool of shadow hauling me off with an unsettling slink Or maybe I've been up for so long I'm dreaming awake Nothing lucid about it The fangs of the nightmare bite my lip, leave me mouthless