Dark Dreams
Black dreams come like spiders through the sockets of an ancient skull
they crawl in, create a lull
wire black bodies pile in the empty space
overflowing from the gaps in my face
against dark night time thoughts
Melatonin counts for nought
and my eyes are open wide
as into my brain the spiders slide.
Copyright © Alice Woede | Year Posted 2012
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