In Nightmares I'm Nightmare

I’ll force my head through the conscious wall

Crowning like baby ripping from the womb

And on the other side will be the disembodied voices put to faces

Eyeless sockets and gaping wounds that fuck with my mind in such a way

That I’m not sure if I’ve broken through the gates of hell

Or just succumbed to my nightmares

And they’ll welcome me with their decomposed bodies

Embracing me against their rotted bones

And I’ll let them hold me and try furiously to know me

With hands that have no feeling

Sensation having deteriorated in death

But they frustrate easily and begin to tear at my flesh

To see what lives within

And if it could supplement

And when they’ve opened me and gutted me

And realize I stand taller without the encapsulating flesh

And I move swiftly without the weight of the internal bog

And that the resident within is an inimitable force of nature

That moves of her own currents in all elements

It’s their turn to stop and wonder if they’ve met the gates of hell

And to try with all their energy to catch me

To shake me awake from their nightmares

E.A. O'Connell