
from a fathomless depth of sleep she feels he is there moving through the space of darkness. she rises through her unconsciousness sensing he has grown larger now.
he nudges with savage face, his burning eyes as big as platters as he moves many hands over her helplessness, quickly and so so smoothly that she will retreat and fall down again, far far down down
she thinks she hears “shhhhh…quiet now”. she obediently goes to the blackest sleep of death.
sailing a calm sea she is dreaming she softly floats to quiet sounds while black and white forms ooze over the conveyor of her mind, slowly changing back and forth, black and white, black and white. wait. there is an acrid taste and she feels movements tear and scar her.
whimpering in this dream she hardly breathes as she feels his mouth take so many bites of her flesh, again and again, deeper, fiercer, so vicious. she feels blood drain. this extreme hunger and feeding frighten her more than anything she has dreamed before.
the cold comes suddenly, he is gone! frozen air of his wake will refreeze the remains and all dreams cease.
one night she dreams she is not asleep. she sees herself tall and strong, wearing magical luminous armor, a grown woman, brave. she only has to say but one word to save her own life. The word is " stop ".
except there is no sound that can come from her. the shining armor fades away, her flesh once more so tender and young it can be torn and pierced easily. as always.
yet in one moment she wills all she is, all she has into one small soft whisper
“please. stop”
eyes closed tightly she sees her words float over and into a perfect indigo made for silence.
his movements cease as he turns his immense saucer eyes to her, staring into her, burning her.
she almost hears, “I will kill you”
and at that moment as she lay hot rivers of tears, endless tears scald her face and burn her throat, streaming down either side, nothing can ever stop this soaking of her face, her hair, tears falling into her ears muting her sobs, soaking all, flooding the mattress, the room and the earth that she dreams will open and swallow them whole.


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madcelt: I'm not sure what to make of your comment.
rated.
Chuck: no it never does.
R~
I am so grateful for your (and everyone's) kind words of encouragement.
I've read the whole poem several times and feel a lump in my throat and my eyes are stinging.
I remember that story, the soldier cuts off the old hags head and climbs down the tree to find the dog with eyes as big as saucers. The juxtaposition of that childhood tale and this childhood nightmare is haunting and provocative. Deep dark work. I like it. Rated