In the Zone of Twilight Terror
jolted out of
a fluid fuzzy
fragmented
dreamscape
into the sharp
dark ruminating
ruins of reality
(it is very late in the evening
very early in the morning)
a paralyzed brain
pleads for mercy in
a moribund purgatory
anticipating
another shock
another loss
another step closer to
the endgame
cars furtively growl out of
a deceptively quiet complex
in the gloaming
a gurgling gut
gags on pulsating
waves of dread
awaiting
another arrow of entropy
another firestorm
another bolt
out of the baleful bog
a chorus of singing birds sweetly
taunts the crumpled man
clinging to a rumpled bed
(it is very early in the morning
very late in the evening)
there are no
answers
only pleas
in the zone
of
twilight
terror
Copyright © NJ Tomcatx | Year Posted 2023
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