Night Terror

I'm standing barefooted on bathroom tile, As a vaporous mist fills the cramped space, Its yellow phosphorescent smell of bile, Fills the frozen open nose on my face. A mirror without a sink before me, Floats upon nothingness within the fog. It reflects the body below I see, As I hang above in an astral smog. Suddenly the corpus's hand is cupped, Covering one eye with pallid fingers, The other turns red and is looking up, As its vampiric gaze on me lingers. I awake paralyzed in profuse sweat, Weeping and unmoving and soaking wet.