Poem: ‘Muted Night Terrors’

His glass-shard screams punctured the pulsing fleshy organ

creaking left to right from a rope of bloody handkerchiefs

streaks of fat and juice plunked onto a dilating glimmering circle

as a gasp-like sigh echoed softly around the chamber

–

reverberating heavily within the barren, carved-out cage

It dangled further down,

frenziedly pumping pomegranate-red blood through its narrowing bloated tunnels

yet seemingly lifeless

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The boy retched, twisting in the air

skinny limbs flailing,

straining

swollen black veins

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I awoke

He slumbered obliviously by my side

a opaque pool of drool collected on the crisp, white sheets

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It was all for naught, a warning-infused dream