Succubus

I cannot move, I cannot see This thing I know is haunting me Beads of sweat upon my head Maybe I died, maybe I’m dead Am I awake? I’m awake it seems Maybe one of those lucid dreams Tingles up and down my spine Something sits on this bed of mine Then this thing comes into sight Heart explodes in complete fright I see her now as she comes to rest This haggard crone upon my chest Those blackened eyes, that evil stare I pinch myself, but she’s still there No, this is real, it is not fake My soul this thing intends to take Crushing, pushing, pressing down This frightening spectre with evil frown Then just as suddenly as she came She is gone, am I insane? Then people finally hear my screams As I am shaken from my dreams Yes dreams, that’s all they can surmise Marks on my chest, suggest otherwise. ©Gary Wayne Hill, 2019

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