A guttural voice muttered
from the shadows that engulf me,
reeking of danger and death.
I am blind. The impenetrable
blackness consumes the light
around me. I suffocate.
The words from the darkness are
inaudible, yet somehow are more
frightening and true for that.
I need to wake up. I try to move
a leaden arm to my slumbering
guardian. I am frozen.
A face begins to reveal itself,
emerging from its gloomy cocoon,
a death moth to burrow into my skin.
I breathe as hard as I can, hoping to
wake my sleeping brain. I cannot
escape from my poison sleep.
The darkness evaporates and light
permeates my retinas, burning them.
I am awake. I am safe.
C. Brown 