Like a missed note
it rings the ears.
A tip off:
something is wrong here.
Bizarre fear.
The walls stare deep,
eyes tuck in sweet dreams,
mind can’t uncover what they mean.
Fast shadows, distorted shapes,
sleepy demons stumble to quick escapes.
Slurry words and blurry hummingbirds
buzzing with fuzzy quips.
Slippery clock hands with thick grips slip
finger tips to thin lips.
Hush.
Slumber hides its face but can’t shake its
loud embrace.
Awake or
fake.
A wake.
Terrah Holly Writes 