Thursday, 6 May 2021

Nightmare Fuel

 

 

There I stopt at a campfire,

Under the starless sky

In a midsummer night.

Scorching the coldness,

Fueled it with salty drops

Fanned it with deep gusts.

‘Not again’

The wind murmured.

 

Fell asleep,

Watching picture shows

In nightmare clips.

Fueled it with grudgeful tree trunks

Salty drops

And deep gusts.

 

Nothing so beautiful

Like a midsummer morning,

Flames devoured

By the black, thick coals

Ice cubes melted,

And the nightmare

Paused 

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