Paralysis

Cherry

By queen beatle

Thu, 19 Sep 2024
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They crawl in the dank crust

through honeycomb veins of human extrusion

aping natural caverns.

 

They wait, a blind malice, white and sickly tense

to tear unwelcome flesh from lost limbs.

 

I blink; my old ghost anvils me into the mattress.

Fear long faded, phantom pains remain.

 

They pass; I fly freely through walls

and over wide fields. When I fall

I never seem to land.

 

Certificate PG
Poem
my poems
Horror
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by Nolan on

Wow! Three poems one day! You must have been busy in secret! Want to read the others on my time/.

The third stannza - paralysis - night terrors.

The last stanza sounds like astral body travel, in lucid dreaming. 

See you && Nolan

 

Submitted by queen beatle on

Hi Nolan! Yeah, as a lifelong sleep paralysis sufferer, this is usually how it goes. Good to hear from you, hope you're keeping well

 

Submitted by Nolan on

Sorry to hear of your night terrors maybe you must ask someone to pray for you, worked for me. They went away completely I don't really know how it works.

I am quite well thank you!

All the best! Nolan &