For Edward Ibeh's Pick-A-Title, Vol 56 Poetry Contest/ theme 2/ March 25, 2026
I dreamed Svengali came to me by night. His yellow teeth, which were so revolting and his black popping eyes gave me such fright, that from my dream I wished to be bolting. Yet still he stayed there, and I felt as if my will was being sucked up out of me. Night-terrorized and paralyzed – so stiff - in agony I lay there. I could not flee. His laugh most hideous was a crow’s caw deriding me. How could I make him leave? Was I being choked? Breath I could not draw! But then I screamed. To this day I believe the shriek I managed -sharper than a knife - had jolted me awake and saved my life!
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