Not Even Halloween
written by: S.D. Kilmer
@SDKilmer
Resting in my bed.
Dreaming ’bout head.
It’s past the midnight toll.
Eyelids are heavy and closed.
Yet, there are eyes in the keyhole.
A kaleidoscope of colors swirl about.
I see in my dreams.
Suddenly hands grip my neck.
Cold steally blue eyes over me. I can’t shout!
I’m choking. I’m breathless.
She’s mad! She’s crazy!
She’s possessed!
Where’s the air?
She doesn’t care!
At least I’m only sleeping.
My head is hurting.
My neck is in pain
My spine is burning.
I’m only a teen!
Wait. What?
What is this I’m learning?
Oh my Gosh!
I’m not sleeping!
I push the monster
Who calls herself “Mommy”
Off of me.
Sadly, it’s not even Halloween.
S. D. Kilmer is a lifelong poet and contemplative. He is retired Pastoral Counselor and Family Conflict Mediator. His writings appear in several in-print Literary Anthologies and several online Literary eZines. See his website for details: Emergent World. He resides in Central New York State, USA.
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