Dreams

They come in the night
As I sleep unsuspectingly.
They come in different colors
Many shades of fear.
I am vulnerable
My defenses at rest
My guard lowered.
The past digs
Claws at me
With bleeding fingers.
I twist and turn
Feverishly writhing
In somnolent discomfort.
I am trapped
Naked and unarmed
As I turn to face my demons
Shouting damning accusations.
Their teeth numerous and shining
Tiny and sharpened
Poised to begin
The feeding frenzy
On yet, another night.

(7-03-1977)

by Kyle Schlicher

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