Bookstore Reflections of a Restless Nights Sleep
Sheetmetal cutouts
of buildings I should know
Dark and menacing tunnels
to "hidden rooms" I shouldn't
Electrical wires pulse ten thousand volts
bastardizing the unprepared
Manacles and granite
Primal roars shake cobwebbed cielings
a black clad figure in the corner
not of the room but of my mind
an image like a dead fish
so slippery my mind can't hold it,
yet.....without the gagging stench
Eerie light with no discernable source
drenches this "world" ( if it can be called one)
in faux sun
Footsteps have no sound in this place,
it's when you stop your feet make the sounds
an arcane chant, the mantra to the moment
sung by voices of beings unseen
in tongues long forgotten
uneasyness.....spiderlike......skitters up my spine
and I begin running on silent footsteps
a sprint for life
for sanity
searching for a hint
an arrow
an escape
The Eagles singing in my head
I try stabbing the beast
with my steely knife
but I keep forgetting the next line.
The nightman waves to me
he has something to say
ignoring him I pay my tab at the desk
tip the bellboy and step through the door
wind blows away all the images
and the darkness resumes,
followed eagerly by fear.
I wake with a start
opening my eyes to the room
a cold sweat
a warm kiss
the morning sun
and fear..........
~fin~ |
Submission Name: Bookstore reflections......
