Tasteless Imagery

In the midst of my slumber

Betwixt life and death

An aura of utter horror

Teasingly sexes my bones


As white hot my skin boils

I collapse within the deadened clasp

Of a profusion of defiant provocations

As in the hollow voice of fear I quiver


The deathly ashes of abhorrence present

Along with the thundering roar

That is the wrath of midnight's quake

Not a soul was sleeping, all were awake


In the sharp silence of

This realistic nightmare

I awaken, oxygen pleasuring

My esophagus by way of the hand

Of Mother Earth.


To my feet I rise

Approaching the window

Adjacent to my bed chamber

I gaze at moon in grotesque fashion

Oppressed by it's hopeless existence


The beauty of it's burning brilliance

Reflects it's true image of catastrophe

As I turned to walk away, the floorboard creaked

Silence. She had spoken!