Intruder

The Intruder Two lives, one at night when the insentient life floats up to the surface of awareness; parts of life lived, veiled desires, and repulsive thoughts looking for an vendor who bitterly refuses having given births to such decadence. But they are there, luckily only for the dreamer to see when his defence is down and he squirms in the cold mirror of truths. The dreamer cannot shut out voices of those who have died calling his name; his duvet is a glacier of terror that knows no mercy. An icon falls off the wall, the sound of breaking glass. He cannot open his eyes will himself to awaken, meet or run from the gruesome thing that hovers in his bedroom. Dawn, the other life begins, and far away a cockerel crows three times, a dog barks, he is free of his terror, gets up and steps on jagged glass.