Tethered by the weight of dreams
my scream’s a jellyfish, an iron horse,
a forceful chain to bind my voice
a frost to freeze my heart; my breath
compressed is fenced against my chest
undressed for scalpels I’m Sedated;
I’m degraded, plucked and pieces carved
when morphed to blood and brine.
I’m shrined inside the night, I’m nailed
a snail that’s crushed, a wreck,
a rest on knives. I sleep in bell-jars
yarned to sheets. I’m tethered tight.
Today it’s Open Link at dVerse with Gayle hosting. A wonderful opportunity to link up any poem you want. A writing friend challenged me to write a poem of being in a nightmare where you absolutely lack the ability to move. A feeling I absolutely recognize… this is how nightmares feel for me.
January 21, 2016