Tread softly
The terrors that keep you awake at night, and the nightmares that terrorise when sleep finally takes you. All the terrible patterns of the cloths of hell.
A bed of
Broken mirrors
Biting into
Flesh but never
Drawing blood
Skin tearing dry
Tearing open like paper
From the
Moment
Your eyes
Shut.
_
A forest floor of
Broken bones
Shards and splinters
Splitting through
The soles
Of your feet shredded
In every step
Deeper into the forest
Under the
Skeleton-trees.
_
A seeping-slow
Realisation
Slow poison
In the mind
Slow-growing certainty
The person you love
Does not exist
Never did nor will
Their face a mask
Their emotions an act
A trap
Their mask worn to cover
That soulless certainty
That they are
The only
Real person
In the world.
_
A dead child (or)
Another child dead
Due to
Your own child’s evil.
Proof horrific
Of your own ultimate
Failure.
_
The terrors that keep you
Awake at night, and the nightmares
That terrorise when sleep finally
Takes you.
All the terrible patterns of
The cloths of hell.
_
Your fears
Take different paths
Through the forest
But
It is all the same
Forest.
_
I have spread my
Nightmares
Under your feet.
_
Tread softly.
About the Creator
Roderick Makim
Read one too many adventure stories as a child and decided I'd make that my life.
I grew up on a cattle station in the Australian Outback and decided to spend the rest of my life seeing the rest of the world.
For more: www.roderickmakim.com
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