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New Terrors
A poem
A new nightmare:
Freezing bodies keel and leak
crimson spit across concrete,
the uncaring, cold fabric of
these labyrinthine streets.
Strange faces pass you by, eyes
glazed, imprisoned minds
immersed within
familiar but still screeching
nightmares,
don’t dare to look closer,
try not to breathe in
and ignore the fluid slowly crawling
up through your oesophagus,
a tangled knot of anguish
where your voicebox once was.
The buildings are huge and forever expanding,
great concrete blocks filled with cracking glass
and lights — so many lights — splaying grim patterns upon the streets
eaten by the layer of frost that bites at your aching,
bloodied feet.
Wake up,
hands trembling again,
and roll over in your void of darkness,
reach for comfort
and find nothing
then re-live your nightmare.
