It was a dark and stormy nightmare ~ Neil Gaiman


I have to wake up
My own voice is talking
to the me in the mirror
WAKE UP, as I stare at
bloody teeth, falling away
streaming barely held screams
from a rotting mouth.

This isn’t real but
I feel hands on my face
Turn and feel something
holding me to the ground.

I try to speak and find my
mouth filling and instead
having lived so often in this place
I glare at my reflection and think

I sit up, cats flying, but they too
are familiar with these mornings
and circle my feet as I go
to the mirror and whisper

Are you awake?