Cut the Cord

I open my eyes.

It is cold.

There is only blackness around.

A light snow,

covering

the grave so recently agape;

now dusted close.

Heart hammering

I can hear

roar of blood

in my ears

pressing my hands

flat to the…..

I jerk up right.

Hand pressed to chest

another dream

another wasted death.

Each woman though

every one

wears my face.

Every expression

the same.

Every detail of the dream

the same.

Only time.

Only place.

That is all that changes.

Stalked.

I am hunted.

Rage.

Burning through broken veins.

Enough!

I roar.

Whirling

swirling

connection

curtain ripped away

never again a victim

I have sent him on his way.

©Dec. 19/21

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60 Seconds of Madness

Stoned

stood in the bathtub

head back

shower pulsing

rain drops glide over skin.

Eyes closed

counting to 60

for that deep clean.

Scenes before

dance in my mind

clocks

flying through the air

hands slowly

tick tock

tick tock

while above

the Mad Hatter stands

pouring rum

spitting over the rim

flooding the saucer

rum fountain

chortling

the man with the fat face

he gambles

while head back

darkened stain

slides across across the shadows

a taint unseen.

Time up

head under water

60 second done

what magic

what fun.

©Oct. 9/21

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