Tasteless Imagery

In the midst of my slumber Betwixt life and death An aura of utter horror Teasingly sexes my bones As white hot my skin boils I collapse within the deadened clasp Of a profusion of defiant provocations As in the hollow voice of fear I quiver The deathly ashes of abhorrence present Along with the thundering roar That is the wrath of midnight's quake Not a soul was sleeping, all were awake In the sharp silence of This realistic nightmare I awaken, oxygen pleasuring My esophagus by way of the hand Of Mother Earth. To my feet I rise Approaching the window Adjacent to my bed chamber I gaze at moon in grotesque fashion Oppressed by it's hopeless existence The beauty of it's burning brilliance Reflects it's true image of catastrophe As I turned to walk away, the floorboard creaked Silence. She had spoken! © 2011 (All rights reserved)