My nightmares drown me, they choke me out,
They keep gripping me just a little too tight.
Alarms sound like lullabies, silence – like shouts,
And her face fades a little more each night.
There is a dark trench behind her dull eyes,
Her nostrils snarl and breathe like a forest.
The lips leak red, and the blood never dries,
Sinfully cursed by those who came before us.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 