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
Copyright © Gary Hill | Year Posted 2019
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