Night mare

there are demons in your eyes, darling;

fall asleep listening to their screams, fall
asleep tracing your ribcage and wonder if maybe
your heart is a ghost, maybe your heart is haunting

someone, somewhere. fall asleep and dream of

needles prodding at your mind, pulling out the weeds
as if your mind was a garden, your mind is a

garden but once the weeds are gone, there is nothing but
dirt; dirt and worms and nightmares and screams.
dream of fingers shoved down your throat, and they have found

your heart and your heart is not a ghost, no, your heart is alive,
because the fingers are clawing your heart and it hurts like
fingernails on blackboards and you scream, and someone is listening but they're

laughing;


fall asleep and forget you're dreaming.