garroting ghoul (my nightmare self) .............................................................. #NaPoWriMo Day 4

William Blake, 'The Night of Enitharmon's Joy' via #TateGallery

i never saw this thing 
felt, belt tightening around me 
humans fall through 
what dreams weave 
what worlds 
whirls and whorls 
what flavors we savor 
what odd piques 
catch us looking too 
where no reflection 
dare escape 

i never saw this thing 
that kept coming after me 
thinning to hide, every time i turned to catch it lurking 
yet, corner eyed, spied each slippery shadow slink 
thinking it must be past sins glomming me 

i never saw this thing 
hurried scurried 
whizzing past me in morning light 
my kneeling palms to womb 
tongue to rain 
surrendering to uncertainty 
as the Sun gained 
warm hands 
and a nose 
for more of what 
we freely give when 
scent unseen 

i never saw this thing 
coffee or tea ambled wholly  
rather i kept on seeing me 
crying turns toward morning 
reaching shore light 
fighting to journey 
to be 
to be 
awake 
to be here 
mind filled 
with nothing but 
knowing nothing 
but feeling 
blind love 
serves me best 
awake and abreast 
with this breath
 nothing more 
nothing less

EJR ©