Her Morning

The realisation
is the sensation
an elevation
of horror
is the beginning
a raining
in the morning
of betrayals
on the chase
in corridors
of possibilities
closed
leading to one
open
dead-ended door
guarded
by guardians
of burden
wooden
soon-done
chairs
and no windows
crescendo
the excited air
runs err
from her nightmare
she woke up
remembered
decided
conceded
to choose
sleep
again

Thank you K.E. Kimball.