Dread
Sleep denied, binding sheets
restrained hot, apprehensive form;
beneath the bed, dragons' tails rapped
red staccato on the rails,
those blaze colored beasts
restlessly groaned embered tones,
cauterizing thoughts on Fear's volcanic brand.
Heavy quiet, sinister,
stealthily slinking in the dark,
gathered like oppressive fog
about the midnight strike.
The knob chattered, teeth on edge,
a hammer blow of door
on wall before the fall of footsteps
stabbing down the hall.
Repulsive sound . . . belt undone,
colliding with the floor,
the hated, clutching heaviness of him
who roughly spoiled.
Copyright, August 9, 2014
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